With Gold and Crystal Bejeweled
He said he would prosper
If he lived that long.
Meanwhile, life happened
Passing like a freight train.
The years, the dusty years:
They rolled and rolled.
To some event not planned.
Water in the summer, ice in the winter
Was the way the world rolled.
Sometimes it seemed as if
Only a pauper could live the life
unimpeded.
Rest was torn from the room
Like old and faded wallpaper.
There was an erstwhile event
Unfolding like origami.
Nevertheless, nature spoke
And everyone listened.
When their turn came
People stood at attention
And took their pay.
The military was no help at all.
Even guns became mute as asps.
Thus we see that everlasting is a real
fidelity.
Brides give over their hands
To a ring of gold.
The gold will not tarnish,
But earth will eat it.
Noon turns to dusk
Like a drunken sailor--
staggering.
Time is short in this place,
This place of fine crystal,
All clear, transparent, bejeweled.
She is decked out in finery,
No fool would scorn her.
No sailor would pass her
unnoticed.
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