Marionettes That Misbehave

Objects tend to misbehave like marionettes

Whereas our ancestor beings occupy dolls and puppets

Through a comparison of our humanity to the others

For to change is to become as to devour is to love

Since our totem spirits live under the same roof

Two red deer playing bardic harps, flutes, and horns

Two cottontails armed with muskets and bayonets

With hand-cut seashell buttons sewn over their eyes

As we mold clay cryptids into our own children

Piss into this bottle and bury it to ward off the sullen

Our interfaces made from a metal infrastructure

That yelp and scream in this blackened brick forge

As the grand guardians of the grove refute domestication

Since only those with pure heart can see sprites dressed in soot

Our children create balance through our globe’s innocence

And the heart becomes a burden moaning like molten iron 

So I guess I wouldn’t deny an onyx witch her own pleasure

Because I only wish to serve it to her and her rats on a platter 

Our blaze burns brightest when in a palace of plaster

Especially when the circumstances are aflame and at their worst 

© Niklen 2/16/26