The pit of festering memories

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Mucus membrane wrapped in cellophane.
Eyeballs spread around like marbles.
Piles of dismembered arms and legs: just tinker toys left out in the rain.

Jars of teeth, the rotten little things; no longer can they be crushed into dreams.
A play pit, twenty feet down below, full of broken toys and memories.

The sillhouette of a dump truck pours sprawling bodies inside and then promptly drives away.
Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth fairy all dress in black today.
But nothing can be said to console this mound of earth, so be quiet -- the children are sleeping.

Hi KB,

If this were my poem, which it is not, I'd break the lines thus:

Mucus membrane wrapped in cellophane.
eyeballs spread around like marbles.
Piles of dismembered arms and legs: 
just tinker toys left out in the rain.

Jars of teeth, the rotten little things; 
no longer can they be crushed into dreams.
A play pit, twenty feet down below, 
full of broken toys and memories.

The sillhouette of a dump truck pours 
sprawling bodies inside and then promptly drives away.
Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth fairy 
all dress in black today.
But nothing can be said to console 
this mound of earth, so be quiet -- 
the children are sleeping.

Other than that, the imagery has impact, in the way a nightmare has impact.  Dismemberment, mass burial, children, machine vs. humanity, loss of innocence, a "Frankenstein" vibe; all this and more is dredged up in my mind's eye when I read your poem.  And I like it, it is a big step beyond "Trapped" in my opinion.  thanks for sharing.

My one serious gripe is the title.  don't like the title one bit.  I think it gives away too much before the reader even gets to the poem.

TqB