The scraps of a quilt
discordant yet clever,
A map made of silk
sown by spiders together,
The fighters raced home
and beneath covers sickened,
The lives of ill omens
unsheathed and then quickened.
The scraps of a life
from a day unremembered.
The traps of a wife
who delayed then dismembered
to scraps what before
was something like art…
Her collapse is more
than the sum of its parts.
Written by Jason Wright
January 24, 2019