This gluttonous reptile cycle,
Ends second fourth, humid and anchorweighted.
i.
I’m a Taurus in a china shop;
But i can kintsugi fragments together,
A gold and porcelain helmet over iron skull.
ii.
Where I begin bonefragile as faith,
Once broken, twice, thrice, quartered,
Heals stronger, spiderwebbed with new histories,
As the body and the head.
All retrograde and rampage,
All draws of the tower,
Quelled with steadyshaking hands.
iii.
Ashtongued with soft joys,
Enjoying another hungry year.