the human cannon

Human cannon

 They shot him out of a cannon and lost his legs

He flew low over a forest that took his arms

And torso, his head landed in a hexes’ glade

From trees dripped gore like strawberry jam

They flew up with their brooms collected what

Was left of him and made a stew; and he

Thought what a blessing they didn’t get his legs.

Children out, picking blueberry put his head

In a plastic bag, which the gave to the doctor

Who put him un a glass jar? And when

The last patient was gone had a few drinks

Asked question the head could not answer.

Eventually he- still the head-was packaged and

Sent to a museum.

A museum is a spooky place at night stuffed

With dead animals and there is no lion’s roar.

When the interest in his had abated

They put him on a top shelf where the head

Gathers dust while wondering why he is not

Thirsty or hungry.

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