It was all right
And I was the strangest creature
of them all.
At Xmas they brought me a toy house
in and out of which
Caroline my sister
played little valentine
armies showing little sad
people of the prime
pip Vienna smalltoot
towns, with orchestras
of the square,
and in the brown light
of the kitchen I wondered
“What is this? – mystery of little people.
Is each one a frightening as me?
Is each one afraid as me?
Is each one got to sleep
in the dark at night?
Did any of them lil cardboard soldiers
See the Sun of Sadness at Six
In the windows of their snow slope?”