pulled by strings

a doll made of wood

sits under the oak tree

bugs and dirt adorned

a girl made of wood

her strings cut

her eyes non-existent

she is face-blank

it doesn't speak

listen for the footfalls

they've come to bury

a doll made of girl

a cavity in place of heart

a void in place of spine

wood doesn't beat

even though it lives

she's been cut down

carved up and varnished

she is perfect for the viewer