BY DR. AGONSON
O ancient craft which binds the disparate flesh,
O fetid skill, in horror you enmesh.
Your boney, withered hands took up the thread
and sewed onto a man a tusked bore’s head.
O ancient beast whose mind is all askew,
O demon bore, what evil will you do?
A cannibal who eats the flesh of men,
who gluts himself, then rapes, then eats again.
What chilling, screaming squeals sunder the night?
What gross, inhuman shadow comes to light?
What is this pig-man coming into view?
What is this horror which my eyes now shew?
O ancient terror which has been reborn,
O monstrous beast! The prophets did forewarn.
What heroes slew in time forgotten myth
returns from out sky-fallen monolith.
Newfounded science which forgets the old,
O men within your secret chambers bold—
Experiments you flushed away still grow,
and in some future day will be our woe.
Tale Told 