A Cabinet of Curiosities

I sleep beneath a cage of glass

 

 A curiosity on display

 

With snow white cheeks

 

Turned red with heat

 

In a greenhouse oven made for me

 

I sleep beneath trees

 

As my chamber fills with fumes

 

Suffocating in an ocean of green

 

I hold my breath

 

And count the days as they look at me

 

An oddity on display

 

Rendered solid by the

 

Flesh of the giving tree

 

As the glass turns white

 

As my heart beat slows

 

And my patrons watch - motionless