The Crumbling Theodosian

Every day
Another brick falls.
Every day
The vines creep closer.
The statues are ground to dust.
The words are fading.
The blood is covered with earth and forgotten.
The happy heart decays
Until only beasts once more remain

The College Library

I sit
Amongst the tomes of western civilization
Great works of literature and thought.
I sit
And I look around
In awe of the audacity.
Upon the walls
Atop the shelves
Sculptures and paintings
Done by people my age
With little care
And feigned passion.
The narcissistic excrement
Of today’s pretentious,
Vision-less youth.