mankind could have made.
It absorbs mistakes into
rubber skin and gives comfort to
the pencil whom regrets its
ill made markings-a bold tattoo
against creme lined paper in which
the eraser fixes without complaint
or word of annoyance.
It knows that its existence is to right the wrong
and the eraser is okay with that fate.
Because after all,
an eraser can only live for so long
before being destroyed by one too many tradgedies
and in the end it will only be