Plastic lips are sealed with glue Hide swallowed teeth in sealed balloons Count their limbs - we stop at two 'what you don't hurt can know you' They watch with blank view hidden blue As sexless children melted moons Les jeunes filles les jeunes filles Their arms and legs can be regrown Tiny limbs without a bone Floating voices without tone Send their thoughts into my phone Their whispers lurk beneath the drone Les jeunes filles qui dansent sur l'eau. Paint and marbles fill their spoons A hollow tooth in mouths you knew We count their limbs and stop at two 'what you don't hurt can know you' Kids are little. lost balloon As plastic children melted. glue.