Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

The Human Cannon

Human cannon
 They shot him out of a cannon and lost his legs
He flew low over a forest that took his arms 
And torso, his head landed in a hexes’ glade
From trees dripped gore like strawberry jam
They flew up with their brooms collected what
Was left of him and made a stew, and he 
Thought what a blessing they didn’t get his legs.
Children out, picking blueberry put his head
In a plastic bag, which the gave to the doctor
Who put him un a glass jar? And when 
The last patient was gone had a few drinks
Asked question the head could not answer.
Eventually he- still the head-was packaged and
Sent to a museum.
A museum is a spooky place at night stuffed
With dead animals and there is no lion’s roar.
When the interest in his had abated 
They put him on a top shelf where the head 
Gathers dust while wondering why he is not
Thirsty or hungry.

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