This is the quintessence of puppetry -
the arrested drop that looks like a glide,
that looks natural, even as hinged joints
wink in the stagelights; a great black X
that hovers over the action, whispering
ignore me, ignore me.
Watch the marionette, how it must maintain
a continual palsy of denial,
even as strings pull it limp
from the gutter,
its glazed pine head rattling
no, no, no.