the chIlD zealously begins
dismantling the tower
grinning ecstatically
with each falling
block
he
could not know
all the energy and care
someone put into
constructing it
he
does not appreciate
the beauty of its
construction,
has not understood
the art
in the way the blocks
fit together,
has no improvements,
no alternatives,
no suggestions...
the chIlD is playing
with absence
of malice and
nothing but the pure joy
of deconstruction
he performs
his most important task
with a vengeance
he will not stop
until the tower lies
a heap of blocks
scattered round
his chubby pink
feet