It feels 
like it got dressed
in the dark. All the parts
are covered
as custom dictates
and there’s nothing indecent
about it.

It looks like
the poet
knew what
was supposed to go
where, yet somehow
didn’t or couldn’t read
the wiring schematic
that explained grounding
or safety precautions.

This wreck of rags
inspires derision
from afar
and the experts
are telling people,
stay away.

The Poem is glowing,
growling, and sparking;
it’s a great risk to the one
who reads or wears it, it’s true;

still, it surely gives off
enough light for them to see
what lurks in
a dark room.