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Column 449

Classic Toy

Intro by Ted Kooser
10.27.2013

I’m a suck­er for minia­tures, I sup­pose because it’s easy to believe I have con­trol over my world when some of its parts are very small and I have posi­tioned them to my lik­ing. Here’s a telling poem about a tiny plas­tic sol­dier by Mary M. Brown of Indiana.

Classic Toy

The plastic army men are always green.

They’re caught in awkward poses,
one arm outstretched as if to fire,
legs parted and forever stuck on a swiggle
of support, as rigid and green as the boots.

This one has impressions of pockets,
a belt, a collar, a grip on tiny binoculars
intended to enlarge, no doubt, some
tiny enemy.

In back, attached to the belt is a canteen
or a grenade (it’s hard to tell). The helmet
is pulled down low, so as to hide the eyes.

If I point the arm, the gun, toward me,
I see that this soldier is very thin.

It’s almost unreal, how thin he is.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2012 by Mary M. Brown, who is working on a collection of poems about John Steinbeck. Poem reprinted from Third Wednesday, Vol. 4, Issue 3, by permission of Mary M. Brown and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.