Treasure Island

Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

First Golem Dwarf

I am the first Golem Dwarf,
while short I am paid every
month for doing Golem work,
kept going by the chem in my
head which must stay cool like
all dwarfish heads, heat destroys
my silicone brain

Yet in spite of the chem that keeps
this Dwarf going like a Golem, it is
the chem in my heart that has the final
say, the message is it is impossible to
continue in this way, time to stop and
run home on short dwarfish legs and
give my Dwarf mind a break

Take the Golem chems to bed and seek
sleep in which I can commune with the
angels and other ethereal dream beings
in order to escape the drudgery of a
dwarfish Golem life

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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