Greenstick Break

I am your shivering dog,
your stammering winds
and in the irrational moment
the voluntary music plays itself.

My souls stands as a frame.
Put upon me nails and board
to make of me a shelter
and build a lock on nights.

You brought a sentence with death
to keep us all illiterate,
all shamed by our wants
and needy in our broken ways.

I am one of the mysteriously injured.