Fragile
by Harold Sikkema
This card
A sort of consolation prize for all that corrugated board
which will today be torn to pieces,
discarded.
Carbon-based vessel
for the plastic gold we're addicted to,
bearer of a name befitting contents and contenders:
"FRAGILE".
I,
gadget-fascinated human
encased in furrowed skin, the target of this
epithet.
And yet,
when children play
with the wrapping rather then the wrapped, there is
hope.
I superimpose
glitter of sunlight-shards on a baking sheet
to accompany advice about food:
"store in a cool dry place",
And on this day of questions,
I seek shelter from my violent greed.
A stable should
suffice.
This card
A sort of consolation prize for all that corrugated board
which will today be torn to pieces,
discarded.
Carbon-based vessel
for the plastic gold we're addicted to,
bearer of a name befitting contents and contenders:
"FRAGILE".
I,
gadget-fascinated human
encased in furrowed skin, the target of this
epithet.
And yet,
when children play
with the wrapping rather then the wrapped, there is
hope.
I superimpose
glitter of sunlight-shards on a baking sheet
to accompany advice about food:
"store in a cool dry place",
And on this day of questions,
I seek shelter from my violent greed.
A stable should
suffice.
From here.
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