By Charlotte Meyer zu Natrup
What would we say? It was small, round. Its skin
a smile: warming the palm with a stormy texture.
And it argued for its life. Not that we were having any of it.
She admitted sometimes a good smashing can change your life;
the deed was done. Dissection revealing a soft, round all.
A world really. One to balance carefully on the tooth
picks over water to see if it could catch life. It rarely does.
When dressed and ready some people mistook it for their friends
passing without a glance. This wasn’t something everyone could handle.
We all agreed that it ended well. It had known its rights.