He is the reason clowns so often seem
sinister, the reason mannequins and dolls
can be so unsettling, the reason a child’s
sitting unattended in a front yard can be an image
suffused with dread. If he goes on
this way, who knows what other objects
will attain an aura of menace?
Rated PG. May provoke disturbing thoughts.
This poem originally ran in Strange Horizons in July of 2004.