Day 4We walked through and through the endless catacombs of the British Museum....
Elgin woz 'ere...it should say, spray canned
In luminous graffiti
Slabs of Parthanon staged in vast halls
Where visitors gawp and gape
Explorers, new and old
Curious collectors, and
Well meaning do-gooders of their time
Thankful I have seen, preserved,
A happy littering of school children,
Cast like old newspaper about the architectural landscape,
Mouths shocked at long dead societies
Kings and queens
Wrapped, laid out in glass display tombs.
New beauty queens snapping the Instagramability of the scenes. Tiresome to me
I am left feeling a sense of pathetic normality
Jars of frogs
Corners of exquisite glass,
Jade, from emperor's courts
What good will I have done
At the end of my allowed portion?
Who will gawp at my remains and say good things
Or use the word "awesome" with little understanding of my impact?
Not many I'm supposing.
Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2022-04-29 at 10:06
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