The Ornament

By

Alexander Willing

It hung glittering on the tree of life;

So hollow, so fragile;

It was placed there for mere decoration;

Such a loss, such a waste;

Mass-produced to reflect the culture's taste.

It was sold, in a box of plastic worth;

So gorgeous, so clueless;

It was deadweight on the branch it clung to;

Such a shame, such a fall—

Dropped and shattered to pieces, large and small.