The Doll House People Poem by Rita Pal

Silence

The doll house people,
Two dimensional, glassed, iced
Peering from laced curtain cracks
Pray who is the darkened one?
A novelty in a land of polar bears,
Curiosity clouded the narrow-minded
The neighborhood watch
Like witches they sneer
Pointed oddity
Stranger in a land of dolls.

Echoes flashed the street,
Help me please, help me
My house spluttered in yolk,
Shattered in stoned glass
Swiped crucifixion on tomatoes,
Stained dripping like the savior
My screams dagger the houses
But they watch
They look, they stare
They disapprove in silence
Of there disturbed slumber.

Today, I know them well
Their superficial smiles
Sickly polite and subtly snide
Love their neighbor
They chant in church
The essence and breed of hypocrites
Tied in straight jackets
In constraint of politeness

In this land of dolls
They are the neighborhood
Licensed to watch