Homo Disneyana

Lopes through the litterscape

Of the late Anthropocene

Leaving a trail of 

discarded identities

From whose throes arises

An army of the maimed.

Disneyana stands, turns,

Proclaims their creed as 

a counter-curse: “I

can be anything I want!”

But the spectres unimpressed

Crowd forward and

The pursuit begins.