It isn't going to happen
Descartes had his dreams
----------------and meditations
I have in me an idea of God
But it's fading
I will tell you
We were in the business
--------of rehabilitating dolls
Their site of origin
---------------long past bombed
Culls for the future
For whatever reason
--------------I painted the heads
Fashioned wire doll bodies
Spun cotton around wire
---------------into the loosest skins
When we spoke their bodies stiffened
Someone breathed logos
It wasn't god
2 comments:
I like this a lot--especially from the line that starts 'Spun cotton around wire' to the end. Is this another Wiki poem?
Thanks, Clayton. It comes from a combination of sources, including a friend who makes Christmas ornaments.
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