pica_pica

Im the doll of a dead ventriloquist, who dressed me as a clown.
Im the buried rails under the briars,
a clock tower in a ghost town.

Im the sun bleached wedding photo
on the long shattered
wall of a demolition.

A wreath in the landfill,
The save for best china
in a chest entombed by coral.

Im the petrified wood
uncovered in a desert
the archaeologists say is a hull.

Im the doll of a dead ventriloquist,
Finally spinning its head
To see the skull.