gluing the pot back together

the boy,

a mere four years old, pushes

over

the 4 thousand year

old

pot sitting in the middle

of the museum

lobby.

it's made

of clay

and whatever else

they had

back then. but

what does he know?

he's a mere baby.

it looks cheap,

like something from target,

maybe a lamp

of some sort,

a pot to pee in or drink

from.

something to carry

water

or wine around.

let's put it where it can be

knocked over

by a child

the curator says.

and down it

goes in a cloud of ancient

dirt and dust.

we'll glue it back together

in no time,

he says.

where's the Elmer's?