Poem: The Shattering

We are bullets shattering through glass;
Frightening the speed we move at through the world
Proud of the small cracks we leave:

The velocity of our short span
Is nothing compared to our impact.

We hit and miss, kill or kiss,
Both at once. Each of us tiny bullets

Leaving tiny bulletholes in our hapless wakes.

But it’s only glass,
Only the world.

There’ll be other glass,
Other worlds,
After us.

So we have to focus on the cracks
We leave:

The cracks
That shattering
We create.

1 August 2010