Arik Fletcher (Zimbabwe)

Each born a mass of jaggered shards,
soon scattered like so many cards,
as through the years each piece is turned,
and joined or to the void returned,

Each fragment over time evolves,
the shape within each mind resolves,
as time wears on the lines are crossed,
and sections found soon can be lost,

Each aims to end this life intact,
alas we seldom keep that pact,
as through the years this puzzle turns,
and to the void each soul returns.