Sic Transit Gloria Mundi Poem by Brian Taylor
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
The splendour of a hundred kings
fades like the bloom on a butterfly’s wings.
The meanest flower that blows
goes the same way the forest goes.
All is consumed by worm or fire;
nothing needs building any higher.
The rattling of teeth within the jaw
mocks the tongue murmuring:
“Please, some more! ”
Friday, February 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly,flower,wings
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