TOLD ON A BROKEN BENCH
Questions Of Mine, Broken They Come
Scolding cold, an uncle of mine, sitting hefty on that broken bench of ours. Legs wide, one broken, the other waving its way through the space in between you and I. I was young, younger than the bone you’ve regrown from broken horses behaving in irregular ways.I ask, what it is that has caused you to become a one legged man. Given in harmony, with my very question, comes an answer, not meant to be true, but instead to warp my mind. You told me a landmine was the cause of your issues, and I accepted it. I accepted that a landmine could cause such a damage, and later in my life, I accepted that, a landmine would have done much more than cause a leg to be unable to wave its way through space. A truth I wish, hope, was true, then maybe you might still be here if landmines only broke legs, and allowed you to sit on that black bench of mine.
Scolding cold, an uncle of mine, sitting hefty on that broken bench of ours. Legs wide, one broken, the other waving its way through the space in between you and I. I was young, younger than the bone you’ve regrown from broken horses behaving in irregular ways.I ask, what it is that has caused you to become a one legged man. Given in harmony, with my very question, comes an answer, not meant to be true, but instead to warp my mind. You told me a landmine was the cause of your issues, and I accepted it. I accepted that a landmine could cause such a damage, and later in my life, I accepted that, a landmine would have done much more than cause a leg to be unable to wave its way through space. A truth I wish, hope, was true, then maybe you might still be here if landmines only broke legs, and allowed you to sit on that black bench of mine.