Shadow Puppet


You have tampered with my marrow again

Sealed me in the vial of your shadow

Labeled me: rare specimen

Dividing me down to my decimals

I am so far away from the point

I am so far away from the answer

Because I don’t even know what to ask


A puppet flaunting his strings like suspenders

A miracle hidden as a mistake

A wraith of me follows my phantom

My phantom follows my shadow

My shadow is nowhere to be found


Somewhere in an apple orchard at dusk

Sweet and secret as knowledge untasted

I face away, I want to be faceless

Faithful that I will be faithless when I fade away


Published at The Amethyst Review