Albino Caveman

Published March 4, 2008

By Hillary Archer

Out from the black of a cave comes he–
To be greeted by a storm of leaves
Fresh green, plucked they be
Called fast to the dirt with which they soon will flirt.

Out from the black of a hole he runs–
Leaps as steps taken by elephant feet and bunions
Toes long like the twig he must balance upon
Too careful legs-divided and balanced with wit, stretched and folded into a gymnast’s split.

Out from the black and into the light
What fuels his race-a Frightful sight?
Bald head down low and covered by beefy hands of might
Countenance composed, dark eyes fixed south,
Nostrils to forearm and ear above mouth,

He is The ghost from the crypt
The albino from shade,
The caveman from his habitat
Alone
Outweighed

By the mini monsters in green
Who’s descent perseveres–
That will push, tip, sway with the man until he agrees
and hold his hand all the way down
to the End of his fears.

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