Postcard
Mostly Angels now-a-days
Sunday, April 14, 2002
Bad Puppet Dungeon
Taut strings leash makeshift torsos to the stage
Aloft, burnoosed shadows furnish voices.
Backlit, these scrims twitch and ripple with creases;
A pile of sticks and rags to make a play.
The scrims waver in the slanted daylight
Where old professor William plies his rags
And clay heads for old friends, their kin and clan.
Taut strings leash makeshift torsos to the stage
Aloft, burnoosed shadows furnish voices.
Backlit, these scrims twitch and ripple with creases;
A pile of sticks and rags to make a play.
The scrims waver in the slanted daylight
Where old professor William plies his rags
And clay heads for old friends, their kin and clan.
