Thursday, April 2, 2009

A RICH MAN'S GRAVE

[ Poetry is much more than a word play. It's one of the most subtle but deepest introspection processes the human mind can be subjected to. The following poem, "A RICH MAN'S GRAVE"attempts to translate the unspoken and inevitable equality of humans. Please travel the road to modesty with me].


This tomb of marble and precious stones,
embraces the remains...
of one that loathed to go.
These bones that shed their weight,
are denied expression.

Loan them a mouth and they will rattle a protest
of riches left unspent...
Give the bones a voice and they will sing
tunes of wealth-sickness...

These bones, in their prime, sought and got...
now time is up...
The soul seething, searches for illusive sleep
in the jingly cemetary silence...

In life a colossus, in death an equal,
like a pauper he lies...
death deals the heaviest blow to the ego train,
diminishing might to prostrate form...

His demise was decorated with pomp and might,
no expenses spared...
Yet the pauper that lies desolate and unmarked,
is like him, soil to soil...

Death is dark, yet derisive and humorous.
No great is greater...
A bulging wallet and bursting bank vault
promiscuously await new takers...


Author: Andrew Sesinyi


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