Field Trip to the Museum Featuring Your Death in a Glass Display Case

It is round.
It sounds, the sign says, like someone
staring at a phone,
like a blindfold
in a drawer,
like moonlight
on a spoon.
It weighs three pounds.
It is the color
of a crow’s eye
when it stares
at fireflies.
When you look at it
you feel tall.
If it weighed nothing,
the sign says,
you’d have nothing
to worry about, nothing
at all.