| Tea Parties and Sailboats |
| T e a P a r t i e s a n d S a i l b o a t s |
| Rag doll, what is it you see In those chipped button eyes, What do you feel in your unraveling seems? Tell me what your cotton heart belies, What you run from in your manufactured dreams. Stitches and windchimes, Visions of stale sugar plums and melted crayons, Dust floating like tiny butterflies in the sunlight, Glaring in the broken window pane The reflection of a burnt cradle. Ashes and shards of glass shimmer on the floor. Rag doll, your hand-sewn clothes are tattered And your silky tags faded, The drop of blood still shows Where that blue little girl With her tender, starving heart Covered in bruises and band-aids, Pricked her bony thumb Bringing you to the wilderness of existence. You were paid for in slavery and labour, You are cheap and worthless, Forgotten and immortal, Your suffering will never end. There on the weed-choked sidewalk Covered with faded drawings in coloured chalk You are soiled. Take me by the hand, let's play, The sun will shine another day. I see your tangled hair, red yarn in the snow, In this bitter coldness my sins of loneliness don't show. |