not just puppets
that make no sounds
no dance, no song
no art their own
wired well
they only fall
when the hands
that guide them
are too small
exercising
fantasizing moments
entertaining,
manipulating content.
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Broken Stars: Gaza Poems Buff Whitman-Bradley
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by T.P. Wilkinson / March 31st, 2019
not just puppets
that make no sounds
no dance, no song
no art their own
wired well
they only fall
when the hands
that guide them
are too small
exercising
fantasizing moments
entertaining,
manipulating content.
This article was posted on Sunday, March 31st, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.
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