Gasping over a delicate Faberge dandelion clock
of rock crystal, gold, diamonds and asbestos fibre mimicking
the fluffy down that we, as children picked and blew away into the careless world.
We prepare in our museum to show and to revere
the skill, the value and the beauty of this and other
The dark green leaves of nephrite
that look like those we picked on cool spring days
with a sharp knife and savoured as the first salad
of our salad days.
Look how the “water” in the crystal glass
looks just like water.
How can we marvel at this
object, ornament, museum piece,
Yet scorn, hate, poison and destroy
the tender miracle that dots the lawn or brightens up the lane?
See how we shake out heads and hurry up to
do the weeding in the garden early in the day
For we must show this afternoon
the treasures of the master, Faberge.