Doll

    by Don Goodwin




    a little doll
    in my hand
    a little doll
    a little man

    round eyes!
    a startled face
    bright red lips
    a plastic grace

    mouth to mouth
    i kiss my doll
    he doesn't know
    he has no knowl

    edge of the senses
    no love no laugh
    no life no brain
    you'll call him daft

    you will be wrong
    my doll's so smart
    he does not care
    for whole or part

    he is! he is!
    no monstrous drone
    you are the monster.
    a breathing bone