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Remember, this is only a test

In the gutter, by the curb
near a semicircle of auto-glass pebbles
on a rainbow of leaked gasoline
a single large brown baby doll leg
lost at the joint. lies in the street.

Was there an accident or a war side car bomb?
Was an injured black baby doll rushed
off by toy ambulance to the emergency room?
Did she die outside a Build-a-Bear workshop
because they don't treat baby dolls there?

Or maybe, on the other side of town
a brown baby doll sits, with crutches, on her  
one left leg, to tell her story in therapy?
Does the brown baby doll with one leg
Have PTSD, and does her little girl cry?

Were doctors overcoming odds against all hope
able to re-attach a new better baby doll leg,
to stop that poor little girl's tears, in spite of
a lack of funds in medical insurance for baby dolls?
Why, do you really care? Why? Does it matter?

Remember, this is only a test.




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