Ghosts ~ Fanfarlo
for every broken
heart, a blessing
and each
bruise, a benediction
–
I learnt a little
( s o m e t h i n g )
–
of myself
–
with scars to tell
a story
and fractures, pinned
the picture
–
of you
–
who blew
my blooddrum
from its
orbit
–
round the blinding
son
*
It came to change us all for good…