courtesy of The Kensington Rocking Horse Company
He wants to play
with iron and fire
but you don't know the rules
and he won't tell you
he just keeps on playing
'till your dolls fall
their clothing torn
their faces overpainted
their limbs twisted
and pulled apart
you hate his game
his toys spread out
in your playroom
he says he has permission
and he just
keeps
on
playing
he has another toy
a rocking horse
the wood splintered
lips drawn back
he wants to rock you
backward and forward
forward and backward
There are no screams
in the house of loss and haunted dreams
where the rocking horse
never stops rocking
in a room where your dolls lie broken