An Art Deco Sugar Shaker Rests on a Wooden Table

Over three generations have passed

Since you were first created

You may have lost your reflection

And you are corroded from within

But your curves are ice sharp

And you still retain your original beauty


The wooden table is quite new

And mass produced

It is pleasant to look at and functional

But it possesses no culture

In a few years it will cease to exist

And will not be remembered