Grin and Bear It

When all the plants were gone and there was nothing left to put into their plant pot holders, the people started ripping heads of from plastic toys they had given to their children, ripped them off their plastic bodies. Not knowing, now, what to do they started to balance them like stones, and they gave a name to the stacking. They called it mindfulness. A kind of meditation that one finds interrupting a beautiful view; one head on top of the other. They did not dare call it art. They called is poise. They called it futile gestures. A sleight of hand humouring despair.