Fragments

What must you break to make a mosaic?
Pottery, plates and crockery;
Memories or plain ceramics?
Do you smash and grab, gathering the fragments;
Pieces of past religions, glittering and gleaming
As the sun filters through windows
Filling the basillica with Catholic gilt.
Hurling the plates in heated debate;
Shards of porcelain passion are all that remain
At the death of a relationship
You promised would last forever.