Ventriloquist’s Dummy Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Ventriloquist’s Dummy



A presence groping into
my skull, firmly defining ribcage,
backbone: the fingertip-ticking
of my heart, eyes bright,
bright with animation:

my mouth moves,
seeking syllables, a voice:

only to discover the sounds
my lips make
are not of my own choice.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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