Peace and Piece

“Peace

my brothers-

Peace I give unto you”

But no peace 

comes to me 

unless they speak of 

pieces and not peace 

in which

I have a multitude of.

Pieces of shit, 

pieces of insensitivity, 

pieces of lies, 

pieces of hate, 

pieces of worthlessness, 

pieces of pain, 

pieces of creative oath, 

pieces of something 

that was left lying on the floor 

but was never put back 

together again, 

like a sad and broken 

Humpty Dumpty, 

never to be in another rhyme, 

but no peace, 

no peace for me,

none of which the priest promises

to those who loiter on Sunday morning

praying for their pieces 

to be peace. 

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