Repurposed Love
It’s simply called The Toy Ball.
A ball made from castoff baby dolls and teddy bears,
currently measuring over eight hundred feet in diameter,
painted uniformly white.
…like ghosts
…like faded memories
…haunting, and inescapable.
It took form in Manhattan, in the middle of Times Square.
No one knows who started it,
but it’s been funded by the New York City Council
for the past ten years,
ever since the pandemic of 2112.
Over a million children died that year,
and that’s just in the U.S.
Nowadays,
rather than throw away a doll
or stuffed animal that’s been outgrown
or become ratty,
people from all over the country
donate their toys to The Ball Fund,
giving the toys a new life…
an afterlife.
The Toy Ball grows larger every year.
Every Winter Solstice, the toys that
have been donated throughout the year
are affixed to the artwork
and the whole thing gets a new coat of
weatherproof white paint.
People come year-round
to marvel at the ghostly colossus,
many of them trying to find their forfeited childhood
buried within the multitude of repurposed love.
Childhood memories piled high as a skyscraper,
toys dominate the Manhattan skyline
and blot out the sun.
I liked this really disturbing image...
ReplyDeleteHoly mother of god, this would make a great flash fiction story also. I won’t forget this one anytime soon…
ReplyDeleteThis is my runner-up poem. Although it might be even stronger as a flash fiction piece, it has haunting imagery, evocative for what fears we harbor after the hardship of recent years.
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