Puppeteers  (Poem 5)

 

 

suspicious muddy boot prints

brazenly left and obviously

meant to be seem

unless the perpetrator

wanted to throw us off

the track of what’s really the score

 

or maybe it was someone

so oblivious that they

were just bumbling into

another heist or maybe

their first one since being

so clueless you’d think they’d be caught

 

or maybe this is a metaphor

and our lives are that house

 

and we are pawns in the game

of those pulling the strings

of puppets we vote into office

and buy our stuff from

 

that don’t make it that hard

to see their boot prints

all over the labor we’ve

done to try to create

what we think as a better

life as they pull the strings

tighter and we can almost

feel our limbs constrict

while forces we can’t control

tell us what to do.