Fairy Dust

When Tinkerbell

Drained the poisoned cup

Ten thousand children clapped

to bring her back.

She knew what she did.

So - I wonder

Was it a failed suicide?

Or just misguided

Martyrdom -

Made her take the dose

Meant for the Boy

Who Refuses

To Grow Up?

Tinker couldn't stay.

She blazed her trail

Burnt out too soon -

Fairies have such

short life spans, He said -

Smiling -

even as she faded from his view.

Today the Boy is

Blown up YUGE

Blown up a Bigly Troll -

Puffed with pride, he'll preen and crow

"Look at me,

How clever I am!"

(but still

refuse

to grow.)

It's a hard time now for fairies.

They’ve run out of stores

of pixie dust

(which, sprinkled with

happy thoughts

could help us soar) -

Lost children now are

Terror turned -

and no one

wants to

Believe

in anything

anymore -

(except, it seems,

to tear things down -

and start

Another

War.)

Tinker was a fixer.

She’d know how to make this right.

Now the fairies

that remain

all hide their light -

and flog the last of pixie dust

on the Black

Magic

Market.

We've dug ourselves

too deep into this Dark -

Fairy dust alone

won't sort this mess.

The shelves are lined with

Pills in

Blue and

Red -

and we're frozen in

the choosing

knowing our days are

ticking down -

If we close our eyes

and say

We

Believe

Again -

Would a baby’s laugh

Or one child’s clap

Bring poor Tinker back?