Plastic Children

Plastic Children


We are the children that frighten,
Drag feet in the hospital halls.
We are the children that sweat drops of Mercury,
Silver beads on our faces that crawl.
Our eyes are made of crushed oranges,
The fruit's pulp composes our tears.
We cannot stare, we cannot listen;
We have marble blocks for ears.
Our skin is the bark of Birch trees,
Our blood is liquid pneumonia.
We have no scars, we have no scents;
We all reek of ammonia.
Our nails are rusted scallops,
Our hairs are turnip rinds.
We cannot touch, we cannot think;
We have comatose minds.
Our hearts are crumpled construction paper,
Our lungs are pillows of nails.
We cannot love, we cannot breathe;
Our mouths are musty and stale.
We are the children that frighten,
Drag feet in the hospital halls.
We are the children that pine for death;
We wait for hell to call.