Vietnam Memorial, Washington D. C., 2010 Photo by Mike Marcellino
A sense of all
by Mike Marcellino
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
of you and me
shells on the beach,
pine cones at Yellowstone.
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
memories of songs we loved
revolutions survived.
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
now worn down,
most look like India, Africa
So where is Gandhi
and King?
We still need them.
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
pastels, holes, linear cracks
in our unfinished business -
making life just,
not for a few.
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
of forts
ancient hideouts.
Where are you now
that we need you?
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
of souls lost;
so, what does it take
to put us
back together?
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces;
we'll be okay, complete
as long as we
don't lose a sense of all.
Copyright Mike Marcellino 2011
by Mike Marcellino
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
of you and me
shells on the beach,
pine cones at Yellowstone.
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
memories of songs we loved
revolutions survived.
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
now worn down,
most look like India, Africa
So where is Gandhi
and King?
We still need them.
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
pastels, holes, linear cracks
in our unfinished business -
making life just,
not for a few.
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
of forts
ancient hideouts.
Where are you now
that we need you?
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
of souls lost;
so, what does it take
to put us
back together?
Fragments, parts
bits and pieces;
we'll be okay, complete
as long as we
don't lose a sense of all.
Copyright Mike Marcellino 2011
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