The fox



The mannequins build a mechanical fox.

The last piece they put in place is its voicebox.
But it’s faulty. It whines and shrieks all night.


The mechanical fox is rust-red.
The mannequins see through its eyes,
hunting nocturnal thoughts.

Never have a wet dream when it’s near.


The mannequins enjoy playing with their fox
so much,
their blankness suggests
a smile.

The forelegs bend up and backwards,
the spikes of its ears twist into a crown:
it’s the Bird King!


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