will these toy pieces
ever come home again
I was there when he said it
his hands, useless to mend;
within the broken crystals of his eyes
I saw that glaciers had broken apart
because he thought
the sun is melting everyone
he cried from his heart
the only way he knew how
and buried his aureoled head
into green grocer hands.
a cry that rent the earth
so that the little birds heard
and hid their songs
because He was wronged,
so wronged
softly, they chirped:
The Toymaker of the Earth.
mary angela douglas 7 march 2018
ever come home again
I was there when he said it
his hands, useless to mend;
within the broken crystals of his eyes
I saw that glaciers had broken apart
because he thought
the sun is melting everyone
he cried from his heart
the only way he knew how
and buried his aureoled head
into green grocer hands.
a cry that rent the earth
so that the little birds heard
and hid their songs
because He was wronged,
so wronged
softly, they chirped:
The Toymaker of the Earth.
mary angela douglas 7 march 2018
