Hey you, archaeologist,
this piece of porcelain
is fragile.
She didn’t ask you
to mark her
with your heavy paws.
She breaks
when you play with
her like
GI Joe-
falls into pieces-
splinters off-
irreplaceable-
even with a strong adhesive.
Flickers of bone and soul
are gone forever
and the lines-
those shadows
are permanent.
She Breaks damn you!
This piece of porcelain
does not belong to you.
She is unique,
none like her in
all the world.
She is a singular
piece of work,
beautiful in her tones,
the curves-
those patterns three dimensional,
promising more.
But she does not
belong to you!
So keep your grubby
paws off!
Hey you, archaeologist-
someday this piece of porcelain
just might break
on top of your skull-
crack your head
wide open.
7-19-89
Anne's mediocre poetry 