YOU MENDED IT ON



YOU MENDED IT ON
~ Jezkoy Madsa

this saddest mirror, by
covetous deeds
fell off the ground 
broke to shreds
stripped its frame
Naked death 
it ugly
bled


alas, these spiteful shards submerged
in rotten dung, 
in haze of dust,
and dined on beds of dirt. .

Yet by, by, and by . . .
your purest arms
embrace the shards
that bruised your hands--
once divided
estranged
and disregarded

Now brought nigh
pasted and joined, 
glued on 
by every splash of sorrows. . .

your blood mended 
this broken mirror.

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