Death of a Doll

Death of a doll

He carries the china doll
into the bottom of the garden,
his way rightly-guided,
digs out a shallow grave
as it has been decided.

He swaddles her in emotions
makes her blue eyes open,
bat her eyelids, say "Papa"
and "Mama" with a flick
of her strawberry hair.

"See you in heaven", he coos,
her china face glued to his breast.
She cries real tears
as it has been decided.

As he buries her with her grief,
a good four inches deep,
he swears "for heaven's sake",
she looks just like little Eve
bitten by a snake.

Her mama and papa ran away
when Grandpa threw them out.
Jesus always is left with the dirty jobs.
He tucks her in, bids her fare well
blows out her candle,
as it had been decided.