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Herr Drosselmeyer’s Doll

There she is on the stage

Spinning as she sprawls

Thank God the curtains fall

Her spring is sprung

And dances done

Spinning as she sprawls

Thank God the curtains fall

In the morning, he twists the key quite hard

And ticking, she’s brought to boil

«Relevée, my sweet, on point, en garde!»

Her innards twang as they uncoil

Herr Doktor’s fingertips trace by

On craquelature from every fall

The daylight made to race right by

With paint and paste and stitch and awl

«Patient, patient, bumblebee

Soon your audience admire

A shapely arabesque or three

I’ll wind you up, you’ll never tire.»

Starry tutu, sullen moon

A frozen carmine mouth

Twinkles as she jerks and swoons

The lady is ushered out

«Gentlemen, this fallen angel is the illegitimate daughter of art and science.

A modern marvel of engineering, clockworks elevated to the very natural

process which even now is in your blood, racing, your eyes flashing at such

irreproachable beauty. Here is Gaia, here is Eve, here is Lilith,

and I stand before you as her father. Sprung fully-formed from my brow,

dewy and sweet; she can be yours and yours again, for her flesh is the

incorruptible pale to be excused from the wages of sin.»

(winds her up)

And as the sack cloth, sodden, slumps

Beneath these chipped and china limbs

The sour flesh pines, grunts and thumps

«Step right up, boys, tuppence for a spin!»

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