Foreseeability, Or Lack Thereof

Every single one of our actions may have far-reaching, unpredictable consequences.

Glass

Therein lies a sliver of glass

Amongst the moon-coloured grass

Translucent, luminous, deadly.

Why, do you remember

The tales of yesternight?

Of quiet screams and loud silence?

Swathed in their purple robes of moonlight

The silvery wisps of grass remain tranquil

Bearing rust-stained crowns upon their heads

An elegance rivalled only by kings and queens.

And the tiny piece of glass

Grinned as radiantly

As only glass can.