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.


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


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


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