We all remember

We all remember
When I broke -
Around the time
My child hand
Was left
To stroke its own
Depersonalization
Just prior to
My submersion
Into frigid shame
And the radicalization
Of my flight response.
Imagine our surprise
Then
To find
A mosaic recasting
A whole
From eighteen fragments
And it walks
Talks
Sings a brazen ballad
It has no right to know.
So what do we do?
We glue
And erect girders,
Photograph
And memorialize.
We grab his shambling shoulders
And set him upright
And we marry
Our paths to his
As we walk
Under a canopy of arches
Into the rising sun.