Cosmic Crane

Cosmic crane sports a rocket
on fire tearing toward your
camera. Yoda, Spiderman
and Peter Rabbit droop,
hung on that gated mirror.
Settled in the sea
of plastic hollow balls lies
a unicorn, stuffed
cadaver, pupils bulging, on
its side, like a valley
sleeper with bullet wounds.
Magic horse relaxed
and haunting. BIG PRIZES
BIG PRIZES curl twice
in block letters, bearing
that childhood rite—fists
thumping glass, foggy from
small hot mouths, vending
machine like Christmas
morning, and a desperate
whack-a-mole, every
animal skull a future,
rising like a fig, evading
its own shadow, how
a groundhog’s cloudy
ceiling cries Spring.