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On Broken Treasures
This author is a recipient
of the Sigma Tau Delta Award

When I explore the plunder of the Louvre,
I wonder what the artisans would say
If they could see the treasures of their oeuvre
Displaced for pleasure, carved out for display.
Of course, the Louvre is not the only site
Where others’ glories are put out to view
But frequency does not convey a right
Nor does the point that this is hardly new.
I also wonder at my joy to see
The output of a grave, or stones cut down
From buildings that still stand, but emptily,
Despite the knowledge that I ought to frown.
I did not take these things, but am complicit;
Were each returned, I know that I would miss it.
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