Another new/old contribution to dear Anne-Marie’s blogging sabbatical.
Cursus Honorum
bellyful of accidental harvest
brass medallions swing from your neck
as you stoop to enter your reputation
then drop to a spider crawl
scratching oaths in the dirt with a pointless blade
down the middle-pathed
privileges bent through a maze
where integrity stood like a mainmast
tall proud in its shrouds
your fine untouched prize at the center
until it dissolved in the capital rains
never missed by a soul
– Paul F. Lenzi