DEATH TO DISNEYLAND

I’m serious. Strap the park down
on railroad tracks. Let it be ripped
open by the first freight train of the
morning, steel wheels tearing
through concrete skin:
the castles, the fake hills, the riverbanks;
Unstoppable steampower,
the machine breaks the backs
of all the animatronic bears and
pirates whose plastic arms say
thank you thank you for
ending the lie of the land. Now
all the withheld words of
the workers take flight and rise,
caw their newfound truths to
the long chugging line of the freight train,
faceless freight train
beating along the tracks
with the heavy rattle
of an old sea serpent–
lurching without end, looking
for his lost
kingdom of water.

Godefroy Dronsart is a writer, teacher and musician currently residing near Paris. His poetry has appeared in Lunar Poetry, PostBLANK, Paris Lit Up, The Belleville Park Pages and Twin Pies Literary among others. His first chapbook The Manual is out through Sweat Drenched Press and explores the space between poetry, prose, and gamebooks. He has a sweet tooth for all things experimental, modernist, and strange. @OzoneGrass on Twitter. 

Artwork by Noor Al Thehli