by Christian Ward
Eyes swirling with the molten
cores of marbles, how you shimmy
your way into documentaries,
how you commandeer territory
with a latex throat pulsating
like an '80s Howie Mandel trick.
Film strip spawn - a mirror image.
Jealous are the songbirds
in Disney colours, foxes
stealing sunsets in their fur
and badgers hoarding the night.
You are the unlikeliest lucky charm
who makes the world open, turn.