Pieces Of My Heart Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

One was stuck fast in the tree,
The one with letters;
Sticking like a tardy Ninja's star
In someone broken's back.
Another two I found among
Limestone dust and feet-packed rubble
Where we stood, tied up in awesome,
Drunk on air and us.
Our pub had kept one bright and warm,
Sparkling in the calm and dusty browns;
Shiny as then when we were immortal.
Ragged ones of course are there,
Gently laid on the table,
The sofa, the bed.
Always there.
Scratching eyes and throat and mind,
Carving swiss cheese holes
In the little piece that's left,
Piercing my beggar's knees.
I brought them all today again,
Cut and burnt and maimed again,
To sprinkle where you lie
So we both know where they are.