Puppets Beat Poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black

Mimicry of life,
the puppets dance on their strings
all fall down...
And rise with the pulsating beat beat
of the wild sound:
dance on the dark stage
lift heads to the all-seeing master
laugh at the dirt road
sailing feet in the bloody field
laugh at the mimicry of life.
Phantom of the dead arise
and protest...
To the puppets' pulsating beat
of wild sound
Lift thy heads to the dark heavens
and cry at the wall.

Die with the pulsating beat of wild sound,
laughing at the mimicry of life.
Mimic...laugh...arise...and protest
ALL fall down.


Published Spring 1970 issue of The Beachplums.