*This is a found poem written for a school project. Every word and line is taken from Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness*
That heart of darkness,
Is it not frightful?
The shackled form of a conquered monster;
Truth stripped of its cloak of time,
The truth of the “civilized man”.
Angel or a fiend?
A devil; the devil of violence, and the devil of greed, and the devil of hot desire.
Serve him right; I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.
A sort of vision.
It was like a weary pilgrimage amongst hints for nightmares.
The door of darkness,
The door to the inferno where the fire blaze.
Why in God’s name do men go at it blind?
The wanderer with a misty halo dance the merry dance of death.
What is there after all?
Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage, fright?
There is cold, for, tempests, disease, and death.
As I stood horror struck; I knew it was not inhuman.
That was the worst of it,
This suspicion of their not being inhuman.
We are the devils,
And we live as we dream- alone.
Bringing Mae Flowers 