Gepetto - Revised

His eyes are like mine.
Innocent.
His smile, his cheeks, his face.
Lovingly crafted
(who else can tell you that?).
And then I breathed in him
(and me, as well)
an illusion of the rule.

But lo!--
though sparse and dainty--
A rotten tree trunk,
Moistened by tainted lips
and corruption from glass eyes,
seeps through the pores of his
soiled face.

And friends are rare, no doubt,
as he is blinded by the cool azure
of fairy dust
to pursue lustful desires
and fantasies--
these fairytale creatures!
Snakes of the sort.

But alas,
though a creation so beautiful, so perfect
(His smile, his cheeks, his face),
I've built with gears
solid as jello,
sturdy as ice,
prone to imperfection.

My little boy...
Black as the sun and pale as the moon,
forever exposed in broad interview.


This poem is about the imperfections of humanity and how God created humans with their own free will... About how He made his creatures "in his image" and "likeness", though still prone to evil, temptation, and sin. Gepetto is the God figure in this piece, as Pinocchio represents humanity in general.