Broken

Every tie lies broken,
  on an irreverent shore of things.
They do not matter,
  yet they have consumed us.
Idols of what we stand,
  litter the way of what could be.
Connection with each
  other lost, tossed out the window.
Where is care,
  what is love, a refuse gone.
Until one brave
  soul comes and picks it up.
A smelly, wonderful
  piece to hold and share again.