I imagine that it must be pretty scary
to be a flailing moth
on the marble floor
of an office building.
Even in the hands of a rescuer,
You lose that precious powder
by a simple slight of hand,
and you’re constricted to the hot concrete,
which most certainly
Via apathetic trampling by giant shoe or
sheer burning of your most vital parts,
while boulderous heels fall repeatedly
from all directions.