… and the broken

by beeseeker

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.

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6 Comments to “… and the broken”

  1. Beeseeker, is your last line deliberately missing here? “…and the brave?”

  2. sorry, I meant “…and the broken”

  3. Sorry yet again, Beeseeker. I meant – it’s MORE beautiful because of the last verse. Hands and brains coordination not working very well this morning. That’s what surviving on 4 hours’ sleep does to me ;p

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