Monday, September 19, 2005

Poem: The Prosthetic Head & The Absence Of Blood


The Prosthetic Head
& The Absence Of Blood

Everyone was out for blood
And there was none.

When Toto pulled back the curtain,
Every mother's son and daughter saw

The bolt-on head. The wax face
Slid off in my hands.
---o0o---

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You left out no brain! Or maybe you implied that with the prostetic head