The Cutting Room: Making Of A Puppet Poem by Paula Glynn

She cuts the cloth of her puppet
Choosing the right colours and materials
Carefully stitching the seams together
Creating a puppet of decent yarn

She cuts the parts of the face:
Eyes, nose, lips and ears
Carefully keeping features cohesive
Creating a puppet that never fades or disappears

The broken poor puppet's body
Its bruises, cuts and tears evident
Having come from a heartbreaking end
Yet his puppeteer having made him beautiful

The puppeteer magicking a gorgeous boy
Knowing him once pulled by evil strings
His previous end recreated by tailor's yarn
The wheel of reincarnation beginning

A vibrant and obedient puppet
Giving in to school children's demands
Yet looking handsome and pleasing to the eye
Never impatient or with a loud sigh

Knowing his place in the world
Yet weak inside and scared of every boy and girl
Those innocent - yet evil - puppet strings
Being perpetually pulled, having guilt begin

Being pulled left to right, right to left
Up and down, down and up
His head spinning, his aggressors winning
Becoming dizzy with every pull of his strings

A big room full of broken dolls and toys
With a strange blue light to its darkness
A broken doll with a strange light to his eyes
Handing over a party invitation of the century

A soul having come from the bloody devil
Yet to now sing with the heavenly angels
The puppeteer knowing her work done
Happiness for her boy puppet now begun.