In Vino Veritas

The old monster is out again;

And, it left glass shards on the floor.

I stared at me in those pieces.

Hands reached to grab a small fragment.

Piling them in a plastic bag,

Blood replacing glass on the floor.

Long ago, I winced... the pain.

Now, it feels like Monday morning;

Something that usually happens.

Seconds passed. Glass gone and blood-free,

A bloodied rag and plastic bag,

Covering the scene of the crime.

It wasn't your role, fixer.

They made you believe it was.

You're wiser now. See the bullshit.