The Dummy
The Dummy
Lying in a corner
With a smirk on his face
Eyes wide, not yet moving
Maché thoughts circulate.
Reality assured,
He was ready to go,
Dependency resting
On a hand from below.
His own paralysed hands
In his parodied suit
Did not have the means
To greet or salute.
From whence the desire,
The will and intention?
How to be free from
Ventriloquist intervention?
The God of the dummy
Is beyond belief,
His place in the corner
A God-given peace
Copyright © Peter Tucker | Year Posted 2024
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