After the mistake,
No admissions are forthcoming

The room keeps its breath.
The sentence pretends it finished itself
The people look everywhere except forwards

What breaks doesn't announce damage
It simply refuses to behave as expected

Trust carried weight
Silence carries distrust

Habits are kept
Even when reasons are gone

Kaput is the moment
Motion and emotion forget their place

Here's my entry into the Poetry Versification 2026 contest day 24! The prompt was: Kaput: What happens to objects when they are kaput?