Saturday, 17 March 2012

Sorry Son, Life is Shit

Loosening stitched
woollen doll
hangs in car rear window
from invisible
suction cup
through tight road turns
circling vulture manovures
overhead a gurgling baby.
A waining yellow thread
tangled around
choking that stuffed fat
woollen neck.
With pained eyes
the doll looks towards
the innocent sock sucking new life
clunk clicked safe
within its expensive carseat.
'This is how your ansestors
used to punish criminals.'
with sullen eyes
the baby nods,
its first lesson about humans.

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