A Puppet Show

Master Puppeteer

Controls Little Puppet,

Dances and wobbles

Spins and tilts, Little Puppet

Where’s your life, Little Puppet?

Where’s your control, Little Puppet?

Master Puppeteer

Drags Little Puppet

This way and that

Dizzies Little Puppet

Silly Little Puppet,

You are not your own.

Master Puppeteer

Moves you,

Speaks for you,

Who are you now, Little Puppet?

Open mouth of His words

Little Puppet is exhausted

Master Puppeteer,

Introduces Little Puppet,

Shows off Little Puppet,

Clothes him in faded colors

Bells ring, jester-puppet

Answer the call, servant-puppet

Master Puppeteer,

You’re so cruel to Little Puppet

Forgiving make-believe sins

Little Puppet is so lost,

Dancing your dance, Master

Whirling, ringing Little Puppet

Twirling his last twirl,

Before he falls,

Off your cliff, Master.

Goodbye, Little Puppet.

Clocks

Wretched clocks,

With broken faces

Twisted Hands,

In different places

The time is a lie,

Run out and die

On your wrist, trusted friend,

But so many rules to bend

Not enough time,

For all of its crimes

Stories of clockwork,

Like silver-tongued murk

Killing us with rocks,

Don’t trust clocks.