Puppet X,4 Poem by Jerry Ratch

I'm not a practicing angel,
ladies and gentlemen

Got these penny wings
out of boredom

I need to know
that black and grey place
inside an angel
where you bow your head,

when a puppet
forgets himself,

when a man learns
how small deer laugh

– that we live
singing about lettuce –
blue lettuce on Thursday…

(when they turn over a card
and hand you a rule)

'a bunny may weep
a bunny may sleep

and a big bunny
may pray
once in awhile...'

For I must spend time with them

And we will have our hours
ready