Kintsugi

Kintsugi.

And they believe that the scars won't be visible.
That the gold dust would accentuate
What was my skin once.
That the broken can become beautiful,
With tapes and bandages and plaster of lacquer.
In fool's paradise, there is an artist who'd repair the broken jaws and shrivelled tissues.
I heard.

The gold will work, thought the repairman.
Because the shogun did not like what was crude.
That one shogun.
And his singular idea of making beautiful out of broken.