The Importance Of Identity Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I read your poem
And shrugged it off
Because upon seeing
A white speck on your shoulder
I thought

It could be a fragment
Of dead skin or
Some unidentified object
That fell from your ear
And is not like I shall make

Any wax of it
Because all it wants to be
Is a smallish
Of small candle
And make a midget happy

But then maybe,
Just maybe,
It is a lash of non-color
In which case it may speak
If not of your wisdom

Then of your advancing years
Oh well I think
It's dandruff after all
But it sure made a big deal
Of itself