Original Poetry: Eulogy to Ezra Pound

I don’t know who perpetuated the lie
of the poet elite with his high-destined life
because in the end all things must die.

Ideas grow stale with time proving why
one person’s words are never enough.
I don’t know who perpetuated the lie.

Losing spirit, woman and man try
as one. Age will comfort the widowed wife,
because in the end all things must die.

Roman and Nazi Reichs wither and dry—
each society is just an autumn leaf.
I don’t know who perpetuated the lie—

Ptolemy? Not all revolves around our sky.
The Earth’s stay is universally brief,
because in the end all things must die.

And you, with your head and self-worth held high,
flaunt arrogance in your every belief.
I don’t know who perpetuated the lie—
not God? For even He must die.

 
 
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