The accordionist

If it’s not broken break it
if only to see how many pieces
you can fit into the hands of a store
front mannequin,
they used to have those when I was
a kid,
giants of people with holes in their heads
and we put money in to them,
charity, they said,
but I often wondered why they never got fed up
or full up and pulled out.

And then I grew up and the giants with holes in their heads disappeared only to turn up in or outside auction houses dressed as red indian chiefs.

I think they’ve all gone now to some giants happy hunting ground or at least I haven’t seen any around recently.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.