#NPM Day 6- Postmortem

#NationalPoetryMonth

Prompt: Abandoned puppet

Sick smile

still plastered between

neck

and

nose.

It extends upward, twisting cheek,

and reaching toward the windows of the soul.

Abandoned it lies.

Hardly anything to smile about,

but conditioned by habit.

And paint.

Once animated limbs now eerily splayed like an unexamined

unidentified,

undiscovered corpse.

The only well intended gesture

has been keeping the dust at bay,

and the weeds away from master's final performance.