Broken Things

By , Melbourne, Australia

Broken things have no use.
They are battered, hammered, dented, scraped, shattered beyond repair.

The handle of our faithful teapot snapped like a twig yesterday.
The surgeons tried to revive it with superglue, but to no avail.
We held a solemn funeral, attended by an interested dog and an empty milk carton.
We placed a shroud of grey plastic over its remains and bid it farewell.
It tumbled into to rumbling green coffin, which we displayed carefully on the sidewalk.
A plastic bag careening the wind came to pay his respects.
The undertakers in their squealing hearse took it away.
And the china skeleton was cast into an open grave.
And the old teapot was forgotten.
Not a tear was shed, we can always buy a new one.
So many broken things in gaping holes,
Or bleaching on the waves.
Our things keep on breaking.
We intended it to be so.

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HereSheIsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jul. 22 at 5:02 pm
A really powerful way to make your point. The funeral comparison was super well done
Person-No.-6,352,463,221 replied...
Aug. 20 at 4:03 am
Thanks for commenting, such lovely feedback! I really wanted to lend this one a bit of a whimsical touch while still getting my point across. Thanks again!
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