Cut to pieces flat, it is part of a table and on it;
Made or remade rightly, cast in metal or lacquer—
It is a thing to be remarked on, put on its own table.
Curious it is so common and uncommon;
We must rename it on the threshold otherwise
It does not belong in the house;
It is for dogs, really. Only unless it is made
And remade to seem and be seemly—
Then call it art and it is safe
Indoors, in our door, our walls and of it,
We do not think where it comes from.
Raw: it does not belong here.
