I wondered into the British Museum

I wondered into the British Museum


I had no business being there.

“It is free admission,”

You reminded me.

“Free?  There cannot be such thing.

When visitors enter artifacts

With their minds,

They carry pieces away

Like a colony of ants.

It is destruction

Invisible to the naked eye.

Envious, greedy visitors

Stealing a precious collection

With their looks and sighs.

See?  There is an empty case.

I was there secured

Behind glass

The last time I looked.

And now… Not a trace…”

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◄ Half-life half-lived

When your soul returns to Ras Dashen ►


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Jane McCourt

Tue 16th Feb 2021 23:51

Thank you, all!

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 8th Feb 2021 16:53


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Greg Freeman

Sun 7th Feb 2021 09:24

Nice wordplay, Jane

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sat 6th Feb 2021 23:19

I have to give this the heist praise

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Brian Hodgkinson

Sat 6th Feb 2021 22:39


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