The Dollwright

He kept the biggest box of arms
Arms and arms
White arms; Brown arms; Black arms
Articulated and static
Arms and arms
Broken at the joints
Tiny fingers scattered like
Bottom dust beneath
So many woodenplasticporcelain
Limbs divorced from their
Strange shoulders
What would anyone want
With so many can't-hold-you-close
Arms?

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Feb 16, 2010
  
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