Occam's Cherub

The ventral view of Occam's sprite
shows pure cherubity, fat-puffed
cheeks with size deigned wee.

Yet said cherub confounds appearances,
wailing down stars even with a swelled belly,
heirlooms and keepsakes nothings in its hands

and that smile, o fie, looks forsook
as jelly-stained hands grasp white
shirts, walls, eyeballs. Anything that

can be grasped is. You give
pause, reconsider the logic of spawning,
reassign youth to some devil

and then your sprite smiles, glows,
her eyes the clear blue of history, and
suddenly you are not so sure.