Another broken dish.
One more crumpled drawing.
Play things destroyed.
Furniture ruined.
Irreplaceable books,
Irrevocable damage.
The litter left behind on a full life.
Rose petals on Calvarian Road.
Will I join the fools dashing about?
Vainly attempting to hold and save all a fist can?
Or can I gather the pieces of this broken life?
I’ll bundle them in my finest red ribbon
And take them to market.
I hear a Child is there who likes to barter.
Offering gold leaf for souls in need of gilding.