Puppet landPosted: June 14, 2011 | |
Someone twitches a string and we
Raise a hand,scratch our heads, smile
Right on cue, tick
The appropriate box,elect
The best puppeteers to pull
Our strings, nod
The empty wooden heads together,perfect unison,bend
over backwards when they yank and pull
Seeing the unbending ones break
Under the weight.
Once in a while a puppet breaks free,does not
Move when the strings are pulled
Labelled dis functional,no longer of any use
To anyone. Disappears
All of a sudden,only to be found
In a garbage bin or a nearby ditch,dismembered
Joints twisted,never to move again.
Life is simple when you only move
At a simple yank at your wooden limbs
You no longer have to think
Thinking is tiresome you see.
Once in a while a puppeteer retires and we
The lifeless dolls wait
for yet another puppeteer
To pull at our strings again.