mannequin?
i know better.
you're just a dummy.

your etch-a-sketch soul
has been
sha ken
one too many times

if i had found you in the breath of the wind
wound tight around the pole of truth
polled americans, merely to beg an answer
bagged it, in a tight-paper-wrap
rapt at the sight
sought you in the
pension-fund of experience
if i had found you, breathing, winded,
wounded, impaled on the pole of reason