Lithuanian Dolls /Consulate Front

These eyes of dolls seem leaden stones         not canisters of the Faith         but cannon-balls engraved         in tome-like stares so much         waxen shapes, these dust cloths         & spidery webs.         Dolls with eyes stare         lidless & forlorn         such eyes are cracks         minden shapes or basement eves         hogans of the human form.         I'm interested in the priapic         silence of such dolls - their         indolent aura in time         one long amber twilight         & the results are in         the shadows have produced twins         ...hazy silhouettes rough-housing         in the dark, come passing headlights         although the stampede of noises         affects nought.         Ticker-tape & collage         in quick thick barrage         these lonesome dolls         slouching half-pinned         in their stalls -         a cat transcends crouching his spine         then pelvic thrusts and tableaux change.         People are divisive, dolls less so.         the dolls know nothing of that.