May 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

They glued your feet down

and you became a postbox.


They hoisted you on to the fence

screwed you in

made you a pedimental feature.

A gargoyle,

all snarling teeth

and panda paws,

a spike shooting from your skull

icing brain surging from the wound.


They helped you install a state of the art kitchen

where they cooked food that reminded them

of you

before someone mistook you for a carrot

and chopped off your head.


They lashed your wailing face

against the rocks

in your mother’s sea

at Sparta

because it would take too long

to explain



Most pass by,

but some stop

to pet the dead cat

you have become


and the letters never arrive on time.



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