Tall

So tall and slim

Branches jutting from forest floor

Face blank

Suit crisp and well pressed

We’ve seen him many times

Iteration upon iteration

And in every art form

Shared a million times

And always he resurfaces

Never the same

But always similar

Tendrils

Spidery appendages

Minions

Or alone

Targeting children

Or the mentally unwell

Competing

Vying for spotlight

Against those other

Monstrous things

That oh so cheeky

Tilt of the head

Yes

You can see him even now

And all he needs

To live

And haunt

Is be remembered

And shared again