Mr. Big Man

July 14, 2013

Universal puppeteer, sink low to leveled eyes;

greet your dolls, servants, and playing friends.

Tell us, are we doing well this time?

Or did we swish about too much in wine

and mortally taint it by believing false proclamations

while exclaiming yours?

To ask for your return is dangerous - ambitious,

to ask to be left alone is nuclearly flawed, many

tell us, "Mija can't do it alone!"

Suspended between rules of earth

family

self

and you

Can't quite tap still pavement without a sway a pull a push

but stiff marionettes are silent, perhaps given up.

Tell us, "Sure, you must pull equal weight!"

or daintily we fall in heaps of wood

unused and precious. Praying hands cannot stay put

soft our muscles sigh away, so calloused us

we praise our part - our skills haven't been left to waste, to

stiffly rot away.

Thus prayer, skill, you, and us remains...

I thank you, Mr. Big Man.

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