13 February 2012

Damnatio Memoriae

For anyone Occupying anywhere.

A man, who long ago, had craved acclaim,
Was executed by the rich King Croesus,
For burning down his Wonder at Ephesus –
A bid for immortality by flame.
So, to deny this arsonist his fame,
The King – who built that Temple from gold pieces –
To raze this felon’s every trace, decrees this:
It would be death to all who spoke his name.
And yet we know it: Herostratus, he!
Immutable, amidst the fading smoke;
Enkindled on the scroll of History,
Still cracking his iconoclastic joke:
A name, however black, can shine through mist,
‘Tho Church and State agree it can’t exist. 


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