Antiquities Poem by gershon hepner

Antiquities



Antiquities that are the oldest
and classiest and rarest
in the world entice the boldest
collectors of the fairest,
while suffering as victims, raped
by dealers who displace
the objects they find fairly shaped,
while they remove all trace
that helps identify the source,
from context separating
the object, like a cruel divorce
that even carbon dating––
the dating not of singles but
antiquities, of course––
cannot restore. This glorious glut,
brought like a Trojan horse,
by dealers who invade museums
with gifts they bear from Greeks,
leads experts, with their steep per diems,
to turn their lower cheeks.

3/29/06

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