An Old Man Made of Plastic

An old man made of plastic
Crumples in the jaws
Of a great, metallic beast.
His two-direction
Arms bend in unnatural
Ways. His shoulders remain firm

For the tear.
His rotating legs
Curve upward,

Cycling vertical—
His inflexible knees cave
And the socket snaps.

His head then flattens—
Pigments fading in the stretch.
His chest cracks into
Two parts—a hollow chamber
Disappearing without glue.

poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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