WEREN’T WE?
weren’t we
supposed to hold
up the mirror
to human nature
not let it fall
splinter, shatter
crash and burn, break
into a billion tiny
diamond-bright pieces
jagged shards, blood
soaked, blood
painted, bloody
never to be fixed
never
to be returned
never reclaimed
never restored
all those bits of light
dancing in the Sun grotesquely
hold
up the mirror
to human nature
who the fuck, nowhere
near his right mind
came up
with that idea
(go not pass go
leave the planet
sail steadfast, venture into the cosmos
cross
the galaxy
not, never
in a trillion lifetimes
nothing out there
to mirror what
we
might well be)
weren’t we?
poems 2 die for 