Overhead in careful formation
Flew three Woolworth’s plaster ducks,
Squawking an ode
To commercialised nature.
Flower petals trickled down the wooden face
Of a Chinese doll,
Standing forgotten on a market stall,
Reciting the gospel according to Mao.
A child’s truck constructed of tin
Ran over a woollen teddy bear,
Its glass eyes big with pain,
Its ears flapping unhearingly,
Missing out on the ducks and the doll.