The Pill-Wrapper

Bit of discarded foil
On a bedside table.
Unless something happened

That shouldn’t have, a death,
An overdose, something
Problematic, the foil

Couldn’t interest even
A confirmed detective.
It will go in the trash.

It was beautifully
Designed to hold one pill,
To peel by fingernail,

And it was produced
By smooth machinery
In the thousands, millions.

This world yields such surplus
Of all kinds of design.
It will go in the trash.