Everyone turns to the Rising Sun

By Elvira

Little Men
Petty Men
ever seeking
glory
money
Ever the Quest for fame
Shakespeare
Trollope
All                    ashes               or worms; yet
Remembered.
Gloriana, Herself,
bones encased
in rock

Laying in                                  the Final Bed,
Mind drifting
to glorious
Past
AND
the Residents                          of         Potter’s Field
“feel” the same
breeze.

Gloriana
Seneca
wasted             corpse
only remembered                   in books
Cold,
the Grim
Reaper
cares   NOT
the Name
the Fame                                 dust is dust
bone is bone

The Other side:
a new Gloriana
praised, loved, honored
courtiers                      like      flashes of lenses
crown her.

Age      —        Sickness           —        Distress, come
the Flashes Stop.
The Light         DIM
the Sycophants:
All
GONE

As Sunflowers,                                     all
Look
to the New
Sun.

— Finis —

August 2015

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