• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 12


A totem pole of heads:
Claw machine alien,
and E.T.
What sadist captured these memories beheaded
spirits of childhood wonder when
Hours felt like days
Toys felt love and loss, and
Brought tears to children,
Too young to feel yet?

When you could fly in dreams
A new face = a friend
A stick = a wand, a sceptre -
So why create this spectre?
Give them back their limbs and
Let sleeping dogs fly -
Torsos too and plastic hearts.