Harrison Bergeron Dream
Clay figures—
Now, my responsibility.
 
One woman, no eyes.
Tried to manufacture playdough
into hazel opals.
 
Failed.
 
One man—
Sign language iffy.
 
Maintained that loss
of hearing is no “big deal.”
 
--hated to listen to what they
were saying anyways.
 
Trying to mold handicapped,
 
into some sort of awkward
acceptance.
 
Should not be my job.
 
Maybe, my attempt.
 
But cannot change
the finished being.
 
And the old saying,
“Be kind to strangers,”
is stagnant.
Sluggish, in
applying beauty that
doesn’t exist.