You Decide


Made alone
In fiery clay,
An image of surrender
Not peace,
For war within mars
The glossy treaties
Painted there across
The hardened surface.
Cracking, crumbling,
A piece falls here
Revealing puzzles
Unsolved by
Clever hands.
More pieces resist,
Curling edges in disdain,
Lying flat for no one,
And yet holding
Shape, form,
Handles, edges,
Uniquely identical.
Still never seeing the picture
Carved to make you,
From which you spring,
An image.


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