Friday, August 24, 2012

Bladeyard


Each fragment holds a story, frozen in the moment it gave way
Damaged in defense
Assassinated in assault
Tip snapped
Forte fractured
Foible frozen in a baneful bend

This ferric archive, weighty
Evidence of effort,
A metal count more meaningful than
Competition bling

I can't throw them away
Feeling too much empathy
Gratitude for touches they amassed
Conscious that
We all of us are
broken by our art 

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