Elocution of a Broken Thing
Elocution of a Broken Thing
by Laura Summerville Reed
We broke apart in mid-air
In one glorious fatal moment
A sure and certain death
No quatrains of ancients
Foretold our doom
Not one line was ever written
Nor two breaths spoken
Containing both our names
The media didn’t capture
A hero’s heart falling
Straight into your stoic hands
Or see you place it there upon the shelf
Behind all your bright and shiny cups
The flashbulbs only captured
The elocution of the broken thing
That broken thing that worked so well
Incongruent
Affected
Affected
Disaffect
But everything is transient
Even the sun consumes itself to survive
This is the great denominator of the universe
And so we burn ourselves to be alive
©LSR 2010
