i see you broken,

lying in the dust.  fallen

dreams, oh, so many

dreams.  with children

that will never be

children again, and i

see the blood on your hands.

(all the king’s horses and all the king’s men

i can’t put you back together again.)

tangled threads of silver –

nobody sees.  they

believe in an angel, white

sweeping over stone, a

(fallen) gift from God.

broken wings – tattered lace

and ripped seams.

she’ll never be your angel.  she’s

old too soon, the gold

has gone from her eyes.

closed,  brushing the dirt.

and she forgets.

(i don’t.)

(not ever.)

dance.  dance.

white swirling across the stone,

and nobody sees the streaks of

blood

that you leave behind.