Because she would not stoop to pick up trash,
She let a rusted razor blade lay
In the street just up the block or two
From her own home.
And later, when her child went out
Barefoot, in a hurry to try
And pet a stray cat he'd fed the other day,
The razor had washed along the curb
And down to the front of the woman's house,
And her child just almost stepped on it,
But didn't.

Now whatever platitude you might try apply,
Whatever theology comes into your mind,
Dangerous things are so because
Universally they are found to be dangerous,
And if one has the chance to dispense with it,
One should,
For one pound of cosmology
Ain't worth one ounce
Of goood, common sense.

-jenn