I wondered into the British Museum

Accidentally.

I had no business being there.

“It is free admission,”

You reminded me.

“Free?  There cannot be such thing.

When visitors enter artifacts

With their minds,

They carry pieces away

Like a colony of ants.

It is destruction

Invisible to the naked eye.

Envious, greedy visitors

Stealing a precious collection

With their looks and sighs.

See?  There is an empty case.

I was there secured

Behind glass

The last time I looked.

And now… Not a trace…”