Jack’s poem about the fall of Rome

More than a little Eliot and Shelley in there I think šŸ™‚

The Roman remains

The Roman empire gone now

and all the times before

are gone now, gone now in the air

the marvellous monuments

the nasty emperors gone too

Caligula the crazy one

Commodus the pretend gladiator

Nero who killed his mother

they all disappeared in the blink of an eye

the remains standing there empty

In Rome two vast and trunkless legs of stone

stand in the city

near them on the paving slabs a shattered visage lies

survive yet stamped on those lifeless things

the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed

and on the pedestal these words appear

“My name is Pompey, general of generals, look upon my works ye mighty and despair”

the lone and level shops stretch far away

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