MERCY OF MY HAND

Saw a rough, broken
Rusty brown brick
Mutilated edges
Lying oddly
To footpath
On my way home
Corroded by weather and rain

Infused with
Double my strength
I pity the plight
And,
Picked up with
Hands soft
The mercy of my hand

Forbearing the callous
Way of the world
Repentant of it's
Kiln birth
I marched forward
Holding hard
The warmth of my heart

Gnawing  my teeth, to
Whirling outer thoughts
I,
Put the fetus-brick
Lovingly to my dinning table
And,
Before I could
Quench my thirst
I soaked the baby brick
With water and a look
There, I found satiated
The mercy of my hand!