Paper

Sweetly smooth it slips through my fingers
Dry and delicate it invites touch to linger
Cleanest and white ink and toner color bright
Ripped with ease baring words of right and might
Our nations and imaginations to feed
Contracts starve the poor from entrepreneurs’ greed
Greatest triumphs all recorded and darkest deeds
Covering us in past words that into the future lead
Naught is forgot with edges that cut wrong or right
Paper secrets that we’ve earned burn to light
Muggy sky over trees softly call to factory plant
Living wooded trunks would run away but can’t
Everyday surrounded by white and lined and punched
Before I get too enthused I should take an extended lunch