You feel a threaded needle pierce
Through each of your eight fingers
And two thumbs; and you dangle,
From clanking, wooden cross pieces.
You trace yourself to a carpenter?s workshop
Where your heart fills
____With dry sawdust, and rigid straw.
You suspect someone painted on your features;
That your smile will later shift and peel
And that your button eyes and hand-painted,
____Tartan suspenders, may fade.
You feel drawn up by strong threads
And made to dance the dance of dances
Staring at the marks the needles made.