27) The Eyes of A Doll   

       Wolran Kim

       

 

The black paint on my pupil is peeling off

The aged imitated eyesight is surprisingly realistic

The dress made from beading already finished fading

The quilted character wanders here and there

Even far away to the forbidden swamp

Living joints often sit flat withouthope

Or crouch down beside despair

Often dropping valuable things

Because the hands and feet are not carved elaborately

People who give me hugs or let me stand

Are always shining like newproducts

Please shape me again, because I look like a monkey

I’m sure I heard that I am handmade

I was not made at random on an assembly line of placenta

The most unique product, the bestseller in this world

I am the oldest toy made by mankind

There is no birth certificate and no notice of death

I was just a doll who closed her eyes if her mom laid her down

But still, I wanted to keep my eyes open in a living body

Isn’t that looking just like a dead man’s if I close my eyes?

Surprisingly, one day, my eyes never closed even laying down

I was quite at a loss of what to do

And then, I started to get sick just like a human

Did you know? A soul lives in an old doll