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Stick man clacking

and I am come for thee.

A sudden gust of bitter wind
from somewhere hot and foul,
whooped and howled throughout
the scattered waste and scrabble
down that God-forsaken alley.
 
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
 
From whence there did emerge
an eerie hollow stick man clacking.
No puppet-master’s strings attached
at least none that could be seen.
 
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
 
He jerked and danced and rattled
driven by a dark and empty force
you cannot ever hope to see.
 
Clickety-clack, clickety clack
 
He hacked and gasped and spat;
 
"I am the hollow stick man,
and I am come for thee,
 
Hee hee !
 
And I am come for thee."
 
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.

(2013)

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