Walking from museum to museum

almost crying in each one

in front of an oil painting of a bowl of fruit

in front of a tiny suit of armour

in front of a glass display box of locusts

treading all over each other

in front of a fossilised dinosaur dropping

pink and grey like a pork pie

split in two and varnished

in front of a stuffed pygmy marmoset

hugging the smallest branch

in front of a reconstructed typical Tudor kitchen

with taxidermied chickens and plastic bread

in front of hairpins and pots

a beautifully chiseled miniature family

with a glowing baby you can see light through

in front of the cake selection in the café

in front of a mummy with hair on its feet

a sign that says in 1902 it was publicly

unwrapped and the bandages given

to audience members as souvenirs