|Mavala Pure Diamond|
- Yes, they're toes
- Toes are not hideous
- Toes are lovely
- Hope I don't have to put them away again too soon
- Please read the poem and note that the toes have the last word!
An Exchange between the Fingers and the ToesFingers:Cramped, you are hardly anything but fidgets.We, active, differentiate the digits:Whilst you are merely little toe and big(Or, in the nursery, some futile pig)Through vital use as pincers there has comeDistinction of the finger and the thumb;Lacking a knuckle you have sadly missedOur meaningful translation to a fist;And only by the curling of that jointCould the firm index come to have a point.You cannot punch or demonstrate or holdAnd therefore cannot write or pluck or mould:Indeed, it seems deficiency in artAlone would prove you the inferior part.
Toes:Not so, my friends. Our clumsy innocenceAnd your deft sin is the main differenceBetween the body’s near extremities.Please do not think that we intend to please:Shut in the dark, we once were free like you.Though you enslaved us, are you not slaves, too?Our early balance caused your later guilt,Erect, of finding out how we were built.Your murders and discoveries compileA history of the crime of being agile,And we it is who save you when you fightAgainst the odds: you cannot take to flight.Despite your fabrications and your cunning,The deepest instinct is expressed in running.
Dear innocent little toes who never did anyone any harm!