Define Inspiration

And my dark haired beauty suffers a heart
so broken, and we apply asphalt and warmth
something like you'd find from the sun in July
but the stench from the sealant reminds her
that it was broken before, and we reseal
and mend and cry and talk and breathe

And my little silent flower, something so small
we lost her in a field once and spent all afternoon
searching until we finally heard her whispering cries
and took her home where we sat her on the breakfast table
but by that time it was dark and she couldn't remember
the sun and felt so small and decided to wilt

and she wondered
where she started,
how she became
how she spread
and finally
where does she end?
for the love of
anything willing
to love, where
does this filthy
road come to an end?

and who has taught her to ask these questions?
who has sinned against her so that she wishes to know all answers
and forgets about the pungent mystery that settles on life like a mist.

oh, the guilty ones will come to trial and the jury will draw straws
and the offender will walk free, and we'll sing songs to try to mend
we'll write books of poetry, pictures will be painted
and the others will be amused and throw money at the product
that the pain created and somewhere in this city,
the murderer is roaming.

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