Ode to the [Fallen] Tissue
Oh what fine linen wretchedly discarded by fools,
Defiled by contact with unholy ground,
Its potential not yet even actualized!
Both grievance and restitution must I bear;
With pure valleys tucked beneath itself
Beneath smooth mounds of snowy fluff.
Like the feathery touch of a fallen flower petal.
Useful as a Swiss army knife.
Gentle like my grandma.
Wispy as a jellyfish.
Fragile like the last leaf of autumn.
Forgotten as a novel read only once in sophomore English class.
Remove your sandals for you are walking on sacred ground in its presence,
And neigh forget to revere its sacrificial martyrdom
When you actualize its designed potential.
Created in 2005.