The glass figurine
sits immutable
and protected
in the pristine display case,
glinting in the light
and occasionally admired;
till the case is opened
and the figurine,
whose figure has
always been perfect,
is taken and smashed relentlessly
on the cold stone floor,
and broken into
sharp shiny shards,
laced with blood,
that can’t be
put back together again.
3/9/2016