Love Lies Broken

our love lies
broken
down
old dodge, clapped out
abandoned
by the side
of a cracked and tortured road
way of the cross
from a dustbowl of lies
to some implied
california
of wasted dreams.

faded blood stains the dust
dully
my heart bleeds
feebly
from a damp cardboard suitcase
barely
held together
with too thin string.

your heart, I guess, is splintered
you bear its wooden burden
as a cross
heavy, hurting
heaved high
with moral indignation.

This poem is personal but was inspired by seeing an exhibition of the acclaimed American photographer, Dorothea Lange. SEE HER WORK PLEASE!