Kintsugi

			
A.
 
He has a brow the tailors of wisdom
Would adore if the lips beneath
Were not in need of a stitch.
 
B.
 
The broken pillars, capped with gold,
Gnash and sway in the wind
White temples that will forever stand.
 
C.
 
Arabesque, his jaw
His cheek fat with cud.
 
D.
 
The promise, and little more,
Clay beneath the farmer’s foot.
 
E.
 
The eye flits from the empty seat
Across an empty room
The light streams from some further place —
Dramatic shadow on a placid face.