One Among Many Poem by Alistair Graham

Who decided, and for what reason
only one tile should be a picture tile
Bearing the image of a single flower
all the others stare barefaced in envy

Could it be, that this ceramic square
above the sink is a mistake
one short of the job perhaps
Even the adhesive rejects its presence
trying to force it off from behind

In the event of it loosing grip and falling
dashing its pretty face on the hard cold floor
it would finish up as many rough-edged pieces

Maybe there is another like it
hidden within the row of cubicles
along the wall

Perhaps the tile does not wish to be different
longing only to be without charge
But to wish that it is removed
is to ask that it be broken