Jar of Dollheads

They blink in unison
All crammed together
Crowded and unable to say
What a dream should be
Collecting in jars
With dust their only disguise
Somewhere, there are feet and arms
Bodies to pull themselves together
Not now, they only clatter teeth
Watching as the toy maker
Cuts off a few more threads
To string them up again
The morning paper
Lists one of them, when she was whole
The days run together when you are trapped
Within a jar, watching the world shift
And the numbers grow
All these little doll heads
Blinking in unison
As one more body hits the floor


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