the plates themselves were so light
so easily 
airborne

but heavy indeed
was that subsequent
broken china 

heavy
was the arguing before
and heavy
was the anger after 
wrangling over the ruins 
the debate running on 
the air sludgy
with it

can’t think in air
this heavy

a heavy

ripened on rage
sullen success
and secret glee at scorched earth

a smothering heavy

a pillow on your face
while you sleep

a lie alone
for the rest of your life 
kind of heavy

a kind
you can’t lift alone