it could crack

it could crack

All of it.
The sky.  My skull.  The world.

It could crack and you’d be left with a shell.
Pieces of this life covered in yolk.  
Egg on your face.
Trace memories of Humpty Dumpty
who sat on a wall
and all the kings horses and all the kings men
saying “he cracked too.”

It could crack.
Need glue.

© 2009 Andrew Kooman