The first man to look
at himself in a mirror
must have found madness.

The second came upon
the mirror in shatters.

He reached down to pick
the shining image of the sun
up off of the dusty ground
and split sinew and skin.

The third was a female.

She found a shard
with the man’s blood resting,
still shining red and viscous,
over the bottom half.

She carefully bowed
to her broken visage
and applied blood to her lips.

She examined her new beauty
and smiled at the glass stranger.

She reciprocated.