I went up to the tower and
My shoe went click-a-clack
I wondered what was going on
I checked out footwear back
And looking at the sole of it
I saw a tiny spot
Ran finger over mystery
For answers then I sought
Then felt a prick, a nibble pain
A cut where blood now flowed
But staunching it, I shed the shoe
To find answers it showed
And what I found was small and glass
A sliver innocent
But even so, the band-aid’s on
And some of my blood spent