Swap a name for a number. Find a cage, find a chain. Find a plate, slip it
Under…. feed it every other day. Keep the scenery the same, keep the
Family away. Keep it sane, keep it safe. Take that rope away — it likes to
Play (especially with itself when the eyes are turned away). Light the
Lights! Call the others… make a circle, make it blush. Make it flush the
Mess away. Tell it ‘God is dead’ — then make it pray. And I met her in the
Park and she’d changed. She shrugged away each time I tried to touch her,
When I tried to tell her that it’s over… The nightmare is finished —
Let’s start again… No more pain…. no more worry… But the only word
Was ‘sorry’. They’d had their way. She blew a kiss, said ‘sorry’ too. We’re
Broken china dolls…
