Tacit Kingdoms of Dust
poem
The Antigone The antitheses Of a tacit kingdom Bound by the pillars of Hercules Amidst history’s fallen landmarks Between her revolutions Bygone solutions not ventured Cancelled culture And revised passages Lurking amongst the truth Just a glimmer of diamond sheen Upon the pin point of a needle One shred of truth Befallen to all The rise and fall Or Rome’s most poignant moment A crumbled empire Was it not vulnerable at the outset Before even one stone was turned To be articulated by envy And greed within her walls Yet, those walls still stand Millenniums in the sand In time’s hourglass Was not Socrates capable of explanation And sculptured ruins the provider of all truth Greatness cannot be expressed On the premise of a greater lode Take heed, repent if you must Your empire need not be built of stone When dust will suffice And in the heavens too Subsidence by greater empires of dust Not yet settled by a thousand lost tribes Nor a thousand years But sought in vanity From a thousand mistrusts
