A broken mirror is standing on the sidewalk
As I walk by
Innocent still as much as an object can be
On Berlin's streets
What things have you seen
In your lifetime?
Mirror, mirror about to fall?

Should I come back later maybe?
To paint thee, nails?
Make some art, add my note to the mix, to spark a little life?
I'm sure it'd be fine
To add a little color to a broken reflection

A day later, I see
It's been shattered to the ground
Maybe hours maybe minutes later
At day or night, no difference

Some other was quicker, maybe more confident
Maybe more urgent
In their expression
Of violence and destruction
Instead of addition and creation
I'm curious
What might have been the trigger?

Was it because it was a motionless thing?
That kept quiet and just stood there
Fragile to the touch and openly vulnerable?
Was it the reflection?
Or was it the cracks within?

I hope they feel better now