Toy Minds

Such a childhood.

This place of day and night shifts,

Mommy and Daddy

working night shifts.

Such fun, thinks he.

Wind-up toys

tested by mommy and daddy.

An assembly line of pure pleasure,

thinks he.

Inspect the spring,

wind up,

let it rip!

There they are,

the seven-member toy squad.

Wind,

lift,

point,

lower their rifles,

oh, so quickly.

Convicted one shot,

Falls.

Wind.

Gets up.

Wind.

Falls and gets up.

Painted black blindfold holding safe.

Down the conveyor belt comes…

The grave diggers.

Not working so well.

Wind.

Nothing.

Wind.

Nothing.

Mommy and Daddy lean in.

Stare.

“Why are the shovels so heavy?”

Wind.

Nothing.

Mommy and Daddy stare at each other.

Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be.

Maybe for a purpose?

Mommy and Daddy wonder?

Me?

Just having fun watching…

For the moment.