Rag-Tag Voodoo

on the surface, like acupuncture
the shiny steel pins find their way
into a doll 
swaying to a hindi song
even till yesterday,
with a tiny little bell
in her hand

and the needles can tell
if it is wheelchair for life
or a speeding truck
struck by thunder
or quick-burying sand.

on the surface,
every little pin
is innocent acupuncture

but there's hell,
just fucking under.