
Going Mad
Eyes.
There’s something
about an
adult baby-face.
It’s empty.
A baby face
in a uniform,
bootstrap on a foot
on the slaughter
and capable
of anything.
He loved Red Riding Hood.
Nobody knew
that he wanted
to be the wolf.
He was
magnificently mercurial
and mad as an ebony cat.
Or sneering black marble.
Written for Twiglet #245 “Let me go mad”. Image from Unsplash via British Museum Collection. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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