A sparkling crust of heaven’d been abandoned on the ground -
I only stumbled on it long beyond when it was found.
The birds with routine thoroughness had pecked it heavily -
There were ants there, and grass grew up till it was hard to see.
Unsure what I was gazing at, I freed it from the grass -
It glimmered brief and bright just like a star from dark heights cast,
Yet it was solid in my hands, formed from an earthy grain -
To see it gnawed by worms and bugs evoked a sort of pain.
What I did next my heart decreed, and not my conscious thought,
And as I raised it to my mouth my reason shrieked in shock -
But I bit in, found it as clean as if were newly baked,
And heart and thought were in accord, and all decay unmade.