Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Elegy for Captain Action

We called them Adventure People
Figures of action
Molded in plastic and ready for danger
Never suspecting the whim of the gods
Who stuffed them in action vans and crammed them in action boats
No seat belts no roll bars no cushions or helmets save hard plastic hair
No mercy no feeling no thought of next moments
Just innocent action men hurled through the air
And when molded joints snap and fling limbs all askew
And when heads pop clean off to land in morning dew
Who will lay the soulless to rest
What memories still burn in a child's fickle breast?

Only in dreams do they rise from cardboard graves
Hungering to play one more time

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