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The Ventriloquist

We caught each other by the body
And fell in a heap.
Your doll in the dark bedroom woke
With her scream a whip.

With your arms around my neck
I ran through a thorny wood.
The doll screamed after us, to the world.
Daddy was no good.

You sobbed against my chest.
I waded the river’s freeze.
The doll had put your Mummy on show –
The Kraken of the seas.

As you lay on the bed
I leaned to the locked door.
The doll sat on the roof and screamed
I was with a whore.

The doll broke in that night
Killed you and was gone
Screaming at the stars to look
And see Justice done.

Fra Birthday Letters skrevet av Ted Hughes.

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