Sunday, May 6, 2012

Poem: Marionette

each of his hands seems too big, 
but not for his arms, 
or for his chest,
or his legs or feet or head, all of which seem too big alone.
but not together.

the pieces never come together. 
they don't move together,
they move alone, like the cut limbs of a marionette
just pieces tied to someone else's hand.

his hands never connect to his arms, 
and no matter how big it all seems for each other,
he seems small, overall
and he seems alone.
and sad.

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