twenty-nine

Drastus awakens to find himself transformed
from the French man he was
to the two-and-a-half-inch high rabbit-like plastic statue
he now is

he looks around on the shelf
and admires the other Dunnys:
It from Abruptum, Sakis from Rotting Christ,
Glenn fucking Benton

it's in the looking around that he realizes
he's not condemned to sit still on the shelf
however unlike in Pixar movies
he doesn't rejoice; nor does he rally the others

instead they all stand there, nearly motionless:
one going over his probably-now-doomed plans
another bemusedly noting how tall his old self
would have been, stood next to the new one

one wearing shades
and G.B. just cursing at Jesus under his breath
all so tiny, all so darkly printed
so wholly complete in themselves

that, should no one ever visit
this house with its odd shelf of toys,
it will be sufficient
to have stood here, and to have stayed here

being occasionally dusted
as one hopes to be
once or twice
in his life