From the Vault

It’s been a while since I posted here. I’ve been working on my new book, Nameless, a collection of short stories and poems, available now, here.

Now, without further ado, back to our regularly scheduled reactions. Today’s reaction poem focuses on a company which had a strong influence on my, and I think many people’s, childhood.

From The Vault

We watched the mothers die and elephants fly
While, with growing noses, little people kept us away from apples
And sound took its cue from a mouse with a stick
Glass left behind as a slipper or gone through, looking

More flying, since never being adult is your biggest draw
As long as the pasta comes in one long piece
Count to a hundred to sleep
Then add one, when kissed, to wake up

We pulled swords for you, played scales for you
Made the rich more poor for you
Rescued you, bare necessitied you
Sang our way through Dodger’s crew for you

You taught us to walk with fins
See beastly beauty and whole new worlds
You threw the bard to the lions
And our history to trees with souls

Then you joined forces with playthings
Left us crawling with bugs in our cars
Made us face monsters and fall in love with trash compactors
While we searched for incredible fish with the rats in the kitchen

And in between, you raided the classics
For gods, deformed bellmen, and monkey-bred heroes
Made a llama out of an emperor and a planet out of an island
Even the haunted holiday miser and the King’s sound made an appearance

Through it all we looked up to you
Bolting past the wrecks, universities, and planes
We were tangled and frozen and even brave
So be our big hero and never stop turning us inside out


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