Re broken

Oh long and lonely lasting way we're made-

in sunshine, rain, and long in shadow's shade;

I'm thinking about the broken way

we're made.

Were you of plastic, you could last

unshattered

if lasting looking clear was all 

that mattered.

I"m more like glass; I still speak sharply, 

sometimes.

My bottle tipped and out poured salt

and grapevines.

The purple stains were wine?  Or juice?  Or water?

Salt water with a tinge of blood?

(cold, hotter)

I'm thinking about the broken way we're made, 

then broken, 

then re broken, 

then remade.