The doll in the Promenade des Anglais by Sheila Jacob

Nice, Bastille Day, 2016

 

If the doll could speak

would she tell

of crushed bones

and fresh blood

and a woman

wailing for her son?

Would she let

a single tear roll

plop down a smooth

pink cheek?

 

If the doll could speak

cry miracle!

The dead child

would have risen,

picked up her toy,

breathed words

into a hollow plastic

mouth and blown

them out again

soft as dandelion seeds.

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