Prototype of a Dream Machine
poem by Kristine Ong Muslim
after Max Ernst’s “Jeune chimère” 1921. Collage, gouache and Chinese ink on paper. Private collection.
Nobody wants it dead--that creature of pure assemblage
resembling something and nothing at the same time.
Metal braces hold it together, and whatever is left
of its ego is burbling curses inside the piping
and glass cubicles on its neck-head. It will not stoop,
this being of pure will. Its skirt of corrugated tin cannot
rustle in the wind. Its shoelaces are tied, stable ribbons
upon blue stilts. It gets called by different names.
