I Want to be a Real Boy

 

I want to be a real boy

For the telling of one story, then another

 

We were beautiful once

Then chips and lines

A crack

Evidence of erosion

The strings need replacing

There should be more paint

And maybe I could have more writing

For the show

 

We were lean

But then came dessication

We thought we knew better

Than Gepetto,

Went out on our own

For metamorphosis

 

With the final threads

Last ligaments

We crawl home

To beg the crafter use some skill

Toward our repentance

 

Being in the world

Has not made us real

The question presses into

All the places that were open,

Bleeding

To the sky

 

What might happen

Once I’m better

Tears would warp fine lines

Now fixed

 

But if I might split open

As lightning opens night,

I must do something

Maybe I could talk with the maker

For allowance

Then gather experience

And evidence more carefully

 

Little do I know

A shark, big enough for two or three

Or maybe more,

Is on the way

 

C L Couch

 

 

Escultura articulada de Pinotxo, Museu Internacional de Titelles d’Albaida (MITA).

Joanbanjo – Own work

 

The Adventures of Pinocchio, Carlo Collodi

(1883)