Monkeys with a Metal Plate

By C. S. Thompson

On her legs and on her arms—
Are they curses, are they charms?
Well, they brought her help and harm,
Shining while she came.

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As she wept, she turned to me—
“What are these?” but I could see
Only what I always see—
Symbols of my shame.

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Only  now have I become
Other than I started from
Mother of the Deaf and Dumb,
Was it really you?

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Lunatic who did create
Everything we love and hate,
Monkeys with a metal plate—
Best that you could do?

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