This monster.

I think you’ve seen it before.

I painted it, named it

“Cochíneaux.”

Born in Hell, Baptized in flames,

It travels on hooves in a parallel plane.

It fights and it feasts, by night and by day,

With shiny, iron teeth, and a crushed leather face.

To say the ugliness inside deserved itself to be known,

From the block and my carving, I knew when it started to grow,

It would be

Half-assed, and crude… dissapointment, at the distance we hold.

If I could get closer to the spirit of inspiration,

If I could just grab hold…

I would paint it, I’d name it, it would be called

“Cochíneaux”.