Not a Child In Sight
A stitch past nine on borrowed time,
the memories come rushing back
The Wolf is feasting in Grandma’s bed,
Red Riding Hood a snack
A Cow gets ready to jump again,
when the moon drops from the sky
Humpty Dumpty a mess on the floor,
—the last horseman says goodbye
The candle burns for Jack’s last jump,
a quickening funeral pyre
The stepmother screams, Cinderella hides,
her daughter’s dress on fire
Little Jack Horner abandons his corner,
curds harden and whey runs aground
As Mother Goose watches the Grimm Brothers die,
—not a child in sight to be found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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