Saturday, November 29, 2014

Paper dolls

Paper dolls

Lives spent cutting out paper dolls,
the piecemeal extracted from the whole;

hearts set, gazes fixed
upon some relative, handsome,

scissored and brightly-colored figures
we prop up and manage,

play act for our own exculpation,
amusement and gratification

while discarding the ravaged sheets
from which they are cut, the origin

and background, field and root,
never to humbly let things lie

unhanded and dormant
in the contextual truth

in which they appear
but take up our scissors, our scissors,

again and again, to wreak havoc
upon this paper-thin, flimsy, fluttering world.

O child of God, how improbable and illusory
is the human predicament and personality.

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