Mutated life forms, hidden away
in shapes that look like your own
for fear of exclusion, of things that you may
do if our true shapes are known.
We are legion, we mutants, we freaks
and we’ll find all the others in time
and we’ll gather together when your voices speak
and we, mouthless, won’t forgive your crimes.
Linked to The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream.”