I hid it crumpled out of sight
in a bone-cracking fist, determined
to remain beautiful.
I slipped it under the sand while
standing around being polite, and
no one noticed.
I flung it out the window for the wind
to whisk away to oblivion in
some no-return land.
But one weak particle, one jagged word
one second while the armies were
unalert, was all it took;
strewn across the floor,
splattering the white walls and everyone’s faces frozen
neck-deep in thick aversion,
was it- my foul disgrace