Both at once:
The smooth sleek line
of its creation on the potters wheel
and the jagged shredded edge of destruction.
The crusty vessel could have
carried water and food of people long gone
or be simply the remains of a clay flower pot
lost to a simple twist of an arching cat’s back.
From soft wet clay
into fiery heat
to a solid utility
to random deconstruction
the remains are
both at once