Wreckage

They said they can fix the broken with gold
Plaster it till we no longer remember
its old form
Paint it till even the object
forgets it was ever broken
They said we were flesh
and the only way we can break
is inwards
so we do not stand a chance
to be fixed
They said prayers will mend us
Even if we are crushed to bits
But
How do you close broken eyes
Clasp broken hands
Mend wrecked knees to the earth
Move broken lips
To convince a deity
That you are ready to be fixed
Maybe we were not designed to be fixed.

LARDO