Tragic Monsters

What

We don't know

Could fill a truck.

What we don't know

Cannot hurt us.

Well if that's so,

We're hard to destruct.

But if that's so,

Why do we get crushed?

Prepare the isolation chamber,

"I'm going in."

And all the people there will wonder,

"Can we go with him?"

Tell me that you're only kidding

When you say, "We'll pass away."

Tell me that this yarn we're spinning

Doesn't end on Judgement Day.

All the tragic monsters

Are crying for themselves

In attics and in basements,

In caves and prison cells,

Wishing that the citizens'

Myths they could dispel.

Until you've seen the faces

In the limestone on the pipe,

Don't tell the tragic monsters

What loneliness is like.

And is it any wonder

That some misfits

Lose their minds?

Left to fumble asunder

In a world

Deaf, dumb, and blind?

Do they sense our justice

When they commit their crime?

How can they abide our justice?

They're already doing time.

What we don't know can't hurt us yet.