Object Lesson
When I saw a huge tattooed man
cradle a carton of eggs
like a newborn,
open the soft cardboard lid
and nudge each oval
with one blunt finger,
I thought of the morning news
showing dozens and dozens
of children,
crouched in cages
like factory chickens,
small hearts pounding.
A child’s heart weighs
hardly anything,
less than the carton
the man closed and placed,
carefully as glass,
in the basket of his shopping cart,
on top of the plastic flap
warning that children
should not stand up
or be left unattended.
—Erica Goss