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Poem - It Takes a Human

My wife and I have been watching Hellsing Ultimate on the Cartoon Network. During the story Arucard battles Anderson, a human paladin of super human power. Anderson, while he is fanatical, shows his humanity when he reject’s a Cardinal’s attempt to subjugate Britain by armed force. Anderson is not strong enough to defeat Arucard, or so the thinks. He resorts to using a holy relic in order to become a monster strong enough to perhaps slay Arucard. Arucard then has the following dialogue:

“Anderson, stop it! Do you know what that thing will do to you?! You'll become one of God's monsters! Retain your humanity. Don't succumb to power! Either side, it amounts to the same deal: whether in the name of the divine or the demonic, you're still a monster in the end! Do you intend to use that scrap of miracle...to become nothing but a scrap of miracle yourself?! This duel...between us...would you really push it this far - into the realms that lie beyond the realm of mortal life? A monster such as myself...a creature of such weakness that I could not bear the weight of a human life...if I am to be defeated, it must be by a human!”

Powerful stuff! This inspired me to write the poem “It Takes a Human” in recognition of the power of those parts of us that are still human. I see the fanatics, those driven by ideology and zeal for justice, becoming monsters of their own. Once this path is taken, well, there is no return to the fold of the humanity they seek to protect.

It Takes a Human
Poem for Day 78 – 20141210

To kill a monster
is a very difficult affair.
It will not stay dead
if you don't heed my words and show due care.
It takes a human
to find the creature's weakness and end its life.
To the creature's soul,
frailty of humankind is a knife.

To fight fire with fire
will make you as dark as that you resist.
A monster may die
and another will rise to replace it.
Hold fast to your soul
lest you become a creature even more foul.
Victory draws near
when you embrace those things humans find most dear.

May you shed a tear.
The soul finds connection to things most dear.
Hear the children laugh,
young voices speak on the angel's behalf.
The old people dance,
weathered spirits hold spark of life's romance.
Creature of dark night
cannot bear the weight of a human life.

Seek out the monster.
Slay it with the spark of a human soul.
Cry for blood taken
while men slay the monster in sad defense.
No pleasure taken
as weary laughter beckons a new dawn.
The monster is gone.
Humanity's life dance continues on.

© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
Tags: human, monster, poem, victory
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