THE GOLDEN MEND
Kintsukuroi becoming more beautiful for
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget the perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
(Anthem Leonard Cohen)
Are you more beautiful for being broken?
Gold tributaries of suffering Kintsukuroi
The Japanese technique of repair with gold
resin The object more valuable for having
Soul resin A priceless gluey substance used
on lost children by damned angels Scavenging
in the night behind orphanages +brothels +
residential schools Even behind ordinary apt.
I knew a girl whose youngest brother was the 13th
child of her mother +her 2nd husband (also the girl’s
Grandfather) The two re-united years after her own
horrific abuse in locked bathrooms from 18 mts.
Her smile pure Kintsukuroi Part slash Holding back
a rhetoric of fury seeping out of every orifice
Where have you been soldered together? Womb tomb?
Breast? Heart by pass? Did they use gold resin or spit
gum tar +glue All sacred substances too My father a
scarecrow Held together with 64 stitches So much more
beautiful for having braved repair
Birds flew in abberant migration to sit on the balcony +
chirp jazzy rhaphsody in blue So don’t wake up every
winter’s morn in your Canadian town +expect it to be
warm For chrissakes put on a wool layer +save your
complaints for the undertaker when cold will be a relative
Live damnit! Live!