As History Laughs Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Citizens danced
Romulus cried

Centurions posed
in Legions wide

"The world is ours"
they said in glee

"And death to those
who don't concede"

The past unyielding
future loaned

The present flew
like David's stone

Their party ending
candles burnt

With spoils poisoned
lessons spurned

And history writes
that in a day…

What once was Rome
was cast astray

Whose legend carved
in stone reminds

What young Narcissus
hoped to find

The glory that once
ruled the world

Now left in rubble
myth unfurled

As time awaits
to stalk our path

That wolf inside
—as history laughs

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2018)