The Infant of Prague

'It's just a dressed up dolly,' you insist,

But I sense there might be another way,

Behind the baroque gold and statuary,

To read the tiny figure in the dress.

The deity above with pointed finger

Scowling at us all, as if he knows

We are all wicked and will come to blows

Left to ourselves, is light years from the figure

In the case, whose vulnerability

And child-like innocence can offer only love,

Untainted by desire, and above

The greedy factions of authority.

            It may just be a dolly, but I'd rather

            See the world through those eyes, than the other,

Brian Hick 18.1.09

©copyright S Hick January 2022