Poem 63: The Doll Man

in the safety of his mind

the doll man sits

tacked in unknowing

to formless chairs

by the firing

of the mighty pin

a jackal gun shot

from the fronted

chinese avenue

holding the sad gown

in self known sitting

shrouded cold

by the full length

of the spectered bird

tailing in rivets

of emerald green

whispering escape

in the beating

of muffled wings.