Marionette

From the 2022 collection "Sonnets for the Comfortably Uncomfortable"

By Sara WynnPublished 15 days ago • 1 min read

My weakened legs, from having been strung up

by the duplicit puppet master king--

His Majesty was done with me. Strings? Cut,

then bludgeoned me, then back to scurrying,

to find more string, to string more up again,

and rearrange their insides, break them too;

the only member in his audience,

but left me naked here in front of you--

I have no strength to stand, I cannot see,

please cover me and get me somewhere safe.

The insides touched, get them out of me,

you set them aside, and set them all ablaze--

Lights out, another song, strung up again;

my savior serenades his Marionette.

"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,

and no one knows what intelligent life is."

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