Meditiation on a Nutcracker

Ours is bone
theirs is wood.
They made a wooden
case for their pithy
life. Our jelly
life is in a case of dense
crystal.
With my hammer
I broke the wood
and took out
the wrinkled
hardened pith
the whole thing
looks like it was
fashioned by
Giapetto.
Ours breaks like an
eggshell and our
ameoboid bubbly life
oozes.