Know Me

I am Collapse –
The stones and bones of a once high tower,
The backs of those that raised it, arrogant
To the sun, and I am the fist that crushed it.

I am the rain that drops a mountain,
The wind that strips the leaves –
The tones of dead language
Muted by disease.

I am the slow sprung seam of sheetrock,
So skillfully smoothed – I am the wedge
That splits a marriage, yes, tongued
Into a groove.

Know me! that you may refuse me.
Know me that you may shake and unfall.
Know me that in your breaking,
You never break at all.

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