A Broken Sonnet 116

Anger is a worm squiggling

through a decomposed
body stiffly settled in a
coffin deep beneath
the Earth’s surface

Love alters flaws like smooth

heavenly bone as pockmarked
skin falls leaving empty eye
sockets staring into pitted
carved caverns

I squirmed to change
myself to “be the star
to every wand’ring bark”
hell-bent on varying
idealized futures

I altered and bent

in maintenance of
the “ever-fixed mark”
but never swayed in
honor of vows of honesty

For you, Love will not be

Time’s fool in the finalized
doom of a slammed lid lost
amongst shadows while my
heart thumps at impediments