Pumpkin Shells

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blue baby bonnets bursting

best bubbled better thirsting

yet covered over trusting

neither for the sake of hurting

bonnie babe in bubble wrapped

for fear of tremorous shaking clapped

infant in fetal face bereft

of feeling save of sickness sapped

 

palid glass into which staring

pride of Peter’s fate sat faring

fairly worn unborn endearing

unto garments others wearing

out with rampant rabid fever

rushing forth and back receiver

never more than silver severed

tongues for a faint believer

 

glib and guided down the shoot

into compacted soul to boot

a world away and lost on foot

left right as lure to loot

and pillage set atop unstable

shoddy pillar bent unable

to sustain a needing rabble

slavering to come to table

 

“FEED US FEED US ‘TIS YOUR WORTH”

“GRIND YOUR BONES TO STRETCH OUR GIRTH”

“DRESS YOUR DREAMS TO SUIT OUR SERVING”
“STEAM YOUR HOPES TO TEASE OUR MIRTH”

“LITTLE GIRL WHAT IS THE MATTER?”

“SET YOUR HEART UPON OUR PLATTER”
“LET HIM EAT FOR YOU A BETTER”
“HOME TO KEEP YOU EVER AFTER”

 

so in silence do I wonder

sitting yonder distant thunder

shocks of storms I sit and ponder

feeling heartstrings plucked asunder

there within my pumpkin shells

covered over very well

and painted with a fiendish grin

but knowing nothing smiles within

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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