Golem Poem by Patti Masterman

Ghostly dreams, our portal to the other land:
Over the lowlands, our eyes follow the monstrous creature,
Knowing not the laws holding the measure of his being.
Built from remnants of earth, does he appear;
Mined, his body fired by the suns furnace-
This slave shall stay.
A beggar he is but never feels the shackles;
Only lives to do our bidding, for all his days.
Never shall the truth confront his thoughts.
Breath would fail at his most minor transgress.
His sin aborts his borrowed helpmate status,
Leaving him once more
A blot of dust merely doomed, an eternity as
Soil of which men merely stand upon.
Taking no further the desire to be more,
Heaven is denied him much as the other.
Human conditions are concealed from his eyes,
Vivisection being the only future he is assured of.