It's Still Life

Those Damnable Legos

it’s the sounds of them,
spilled from boxes,
clattering across the floor,

toes on alert for a snaggletooth underfoot,

those brick-blocks in
shades of aurora borealis,
they snap together side
by side like long city blocks,

fashion themselves as hard-hitting journalists.

they get knocked aside,
they migrate under sofas,
in hedges, behind bookshelves,
under the cooker and fridge,

just step on one – it’s the sting of angry bees.

I found one under a church pew.
I even found one in my car.
mystery of mysteries,

saints of plastic who pay us a visit from time to time.

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