The Birth of Stanley Harbor

[This one is not in the same vein as the others....It is much older.]


They lifted the mask,
slowly his eyes fluttered
open.
They all gasped, amazed,
trapped by the blackness
and the coldness of his gaze.
They collected themselves,
asked him his name.
Could he remember?
Was he healthy?
Even sane?
He rubbed the dark marbles
in his face.
"Stanley," he said with a voice
like burnt ice.
"Stanley Harbor is my name."