Narcism

Sep 14, 2003
Poem

he trembled in rage
in pride
unsheathed the sword
cried havoc
and let slip
the dogs of

land of blood
murder
the Grand Victory
an end to his
decade of wars
and then, afterwards
he stood alone
like gods
like titans
victorious
and then one day
as he went to a lake
so clear
and transparent
reflective
a view he had never
had before
he stood ashore
looked in, and
saw his
a body of flesh and meat
a mere six feet up the ground
so ungodly
so fragile
he fell down
broken
in an end to his
narcism