Kangaroo Doll
I stand beside the kangaroo doll
Hoping that when I close my eyes
It will begin to make a blazing tattoo
Tell the story of a life
Not necessarily its own life, or that of another doll
But the crying, defecating, urinating, sucking, sleeping
Beginning of one and the ending of another
Toothless, without hearing or sight,
Wrinkled lame and gaunt,
Parchment pale by passed years of desperation
Torn by age
Punched and pulled by an arrangement of furious souls
Purged on a pyre of red lilies
And ivory roses
The marsupial dream of youth