The Jar Fell

The jar fell with a splash down upon the floor of the garage

The milk spread all around and filled the air with loss and pain

The girl sprang founts of tears for the cows that toil in the fields of reeds

She tried her will upon those who failed to flee

She walked up to my room, knocked upon my door and began to wail

She begged to be forgiven her crimes of passion so much as well

Ignorant of the stranglehold she shackled me with ‘til I learned to breathe

She made me feel so good I didn’t care that she took it out on me

Milk is a precious gift in the vessel of glass so strong until dropped

Liquid must be contained evaporates if not properly stored

The bag through which it fell had no choice it held on as long as it could

Letting go pressure growing through the bag

Nursery rhymes run through my mind as a moral tale bleeding through my floor

Children are taught to mind the words of those who came before

You were taught to fear the change that will always come

Adapting to the presence of the new with a suckling thumb

Why can’t you accept that piece of me

Always shown through catastrophe

I have to shake my fists on you shake my fists on you