All glory, save one, fades, and naught is had
by those with wealth who leave their wealth for grave
or tomb. Asleep at night, whose body, clad,
and cannot say all they received from whom?
This life is short and shorter yet–the claim–
To have a thing, to have a love, to have…;
The Art is long and long forgotten craft–
create as if temporal beauty saves.
Create or cocreate or recreate:
the artist’s will will also have to flee.
The master’s Master calls the free to fate
For it is He who crafts eternally.
The preservation of a Grecian Urn
will also prove to be futility.