I saw it on the carpet, so
Still and silent, yet obtrusive,
Lying where only muted
Footprints should ever fall.
Square and palely orange, colors
Washed out by harsh lights,
It looked so small and lost
Amid the tangled, glinting legs
Of college chairs and desks.
It was as if the universe had paused,
Taken aback, horrified, perhaps
Even moved to tears by this
Appalling aftermath of carelessness.
So fallen, soiled, inedible
Its only reason for existence
Thwarted and destroyed.
Meaningless, the cheez-it stared
Unblinkingly, looking like
Some poor lost child: an orphan
Overlooked and left behind.
I left it there, for I was not
Its God or mother; I could not
Offer solace, couldn’t remedy its
Meaningless existence. I could only
Turn my eyes away, thinking of
How sad it would be when,
Come close of school and end of day,
Lunchtime destiny so unfulfilled,
The janitors cleaned it away.
by MALLORY HOBSON