Body of Work

When you begin to understand

it all dissipates, becomes obscure,

forgotten, and lost to time,

you see the fragile futility of

creating anything.

Monuments fall into ivy covered ruin,

icons die ignominious deaths,

shelves get dusty,

pages yellow,

pottery cracks,

sculptures corrode,

and painting fades.

Dances fall out of fashing,

and the classic is

reimagined and reworked

until it’s redefined

to new and undeserving critics.

Your legacy work, of all you ever were,

will be interred or scattered.

The body of work decomposes,

a rotting testament

to the vagaries and auguries

human attraction.

Until one day…