A chaotic poem

An interesting approach to life
war
innocents
dreamers
and children
walk
in one door and
out the other end
come pretty little boxes draped with flags
or untidy little piles of dirt poor rags
if we were to count
the number of people
that have died
as combatants
and civilians
in the
wars of this world
which would have the highest talley
the number of those alive today
or times total calculated dead.

I think sometimes that broken images
can show more than a crystal clear
photo.
Pieces of a broken mirror give broken images
but each piece is perspective in and of itself.
the hardest part is context, a red cloth becomes a
pile of saffron or the blood on a bandage or a stain
from yesterdays cherry pie...
broken images reflected, lost, and then found again
does the eye see it
as many pieces of the world scattered
or as the world reflected in many windows shattered
many makeup mirrors held in many smooth soft hands
in a broken mirror's melted sands
what is art but the view from the artist's shard
harmonic reflections
disonant deflections
shadow deceptions
and piece, pieces?