A’s, B’s, C’s, and D’s
Planted on a peculiar carpet
you examine the lanes
sectioned off with yellow stripes
and white lines
Patches of green grass
encircle the buildings,
each with their own symbol
and saturated design
Behind you is a dull
knock
Against your back
lay the bulk of your once proud tower
A’s and B’s
C’s and D’s
strewn about the carpet
By your side
is a pigtailed girl
with pronounced teeth
and corduroy pants
She did this.
Swept up
you shriek and scream
a gut-wrenching howl
over the tower lost
and dignity torn
Tears flow down
with a scowl of bright fury.
Outstretched,
your hands wave
pleading for attention,
a witness to this injustice,
this crime of heinous intent.
You cry out for the giant
looming over the threshold
to bring about your uprising
and snatch her and her pigtails
in a fit of glory
With a turn of the head
thunderous booms
and scooping arms
The giants lifts you,
meeting the air
This is not what is just.
You shriek once more
flailing limbs to break free
from this traitorous captor
Your eyes meet the lettered blocks
and the hands
rearranging them
before you are carried away
For an hour-long slumber.
