The Ruler Of Time Poem by chris schwartz

Shelter yourselves in strong houses
Made of brick
Then watch fancy candle wicks
Burn to the quick.
Til there's nothing left
Inside
But melted wax
And a wick.
Ride your chariot
Down a dirt path
Gowned in rich, luxurious
Silk
While the raven
Watches overhead
See where it gets you.
Might as well sip
from a glass
until dawn
Watching tidbits
Like you
Who carry on.
At the end of the mile
What's left to say
But that you worked too hard
Til the end
On the ruler of time.