Stick man clacking
and I am come for thee.
A sudden gust of bitter wind
from somewhere hot and foul,
whooped and howled throughout
the scattered waste and scrabble
down that God-forsaken alley.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
From whence there did emerge
an eerie hollow stick man clacking.
No puppet-master’s strings attached
at least none that could be seen.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
He jerked and danced and rattled
driven by a dark and empty force
you cannot ever hope to see.
Clickety-clack, clickety clack
He hacked and gasped and spat;
"I am the hollow stick man,
and I am come for thee,
Hee hee !
And I am come for thee."
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
(2013)
