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.