Broken

He told me it was unbroken

The circle of this drumbeat

Whose song torment us

Our mirror cracked, our weight unheld

We carved this drum

Polished it with our blood

Beat it with our strength

Preserved it with our sweat

‘In scattered ways we come,’ quote I

‘Axe in hand and skin design’d

To hew a new drum

Whose beat we’ll dance to.’