harlequin, my harlequin

©2022 Michael Raven

viewing old photos
of the murder
i wonder why i believed
the body was ever alive
the animation stilted
stiff and often withdrawn
wooden and wondering
how was it that i
missed the mockery of life
in the fall

the mannequin sprawled
there, on display until
the layers gave way to
dust and crumbled
sliding slantwise before
shuffling off

there was no murder
save for the harlequin
cracked paint and flawed

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