The Elusive Doll

And so the elusive doll
Is roughly shoved around
By the laughing puppet master
By the old man’s hand.
And all you can see is this silly old chime
The chime of a song
The chime of a voice long gone.
How fortunate;
The crystal gaze of an open jewel
The mindless wonderings of a worthless Jew.
The Jew that never hurt nor stole
The Jew that never killed or called.
But the same Jew killed the same
As the next and the next
And the shameful witness
Who never spoke but drooled.
And the workers grant
That kept the men from finishing
Kept tumbling and crumbling
Until the brown lung collapsed.
Until the workers fell upon
The factories sealed fate
The factories dead man’s weight.
‘Here, here’ is the alternative phrase
When there is nothing left to speak
Nor say.
And down this road
I fetch a scar
A path of sunken old.
And so the elusive doll
Is roughly shoved around
By the laughing puppet master
By the old man’s hand.