Breakings

Breakings
by Michael R. Burch

 
I did it out of pity.
I did it out of love.
I did it not to break the heart of a tender, wounded dove.
 

But gods without compassion
ordained: Frail things must break!
Now what can I do for her shattered psyche’s sake?

I did it not to push.
I did it not to shove.
I did it to assist the flight of indiscriminate Love.

But gods, all mad as hatters,
who legislate in all such matters,
ordained that everything irreplaceable shatters.