… and the broken.

I defy you,

Or you …

Any of you who are

Capable, still,  of feeling;

Not robbed of sensitivity

By society’s cavalries …

To find this anything

Less than truly amazing.

You sit here and

I sit there

At the same time, though

We be clock-hours apart

Watching our histories

Impossibly becoming tomorrow.

But even so

We are so sad-shy and short

Of those who made it not;

The monsters,

The roadmenders,

The clowns,

The dancers,

The braves …

… and the broken.

2 thoughts on “… and the broken.

  1. redjim99 says:

    Ah, The roadmenders, a much ignored group. 😉

    Nice words,


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