Philip K. Dick
Why I Am Hurt

Stung by a jewel;
        Piercing the hand,
Clinging against the flesh.

Stung by a jewel!
        The point deep into the hand,
Driven in and allowed.

Stung by a jewel!
        The child shouts out,
Shattering the jewel.

Amber bottle-caps rain down,
        Fragments of grief
Lost in the ground.