Yes, I did get it together enough to actually post a Poetry Friday. See that? I'm getting better at this whole thing already. Yesterday was a tough, tired, frustrating day. Working from 7:30-6ish most days finally caught up to me and I felt awfully defeated. Today, the sun was shining and I was feeling much better. A little sleep goes a long way. Ok ok ok here's the poem. . .
The God of Broken Things
by Yusef Komunyakaa
He's in a lopsided heaven at Maggie's
Junk Shop. Objects of wood, iron, ivory,
Of veneer, lead, stone, glass, flimsy
Cardboard, of tin, brass, bronze . . .
He could go on forever fixing
Cracks, fissures, dents, fractures,
Rasping & gluing together what is
Unheard-of with what can never be
Broken or hurt beneath the architecture
Of planned obsolescence. Objets d'art
& bric-a-brac mended with ratty hemp.
The secret space the butterfly
Screw opens wings inside a heart
Made to slip into a dream. He browses
Gutted appliances, & knows if toenailed
Right a murderous thing is almost new.