Ode to a Roman Bust

A little Idus Martii verse for you, my friends. 😉

What happened to your nose?
Like your body, was it left behind
in some foreign land
or distant time?

You thought to be immortal
and set yourself in stone –
your greatness long remembered
after going to your tomb.

Your unflinching gaze
from cold unseeing eyes
you thought would get respect
from those that passed you by.

I must tell you that you have survived
but as far as greatness goes,
I really know not who you are
and only wonder, "Where's your nose?"

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16 Responses to Ode to a Roman Bust

  1. Scott Cramer says:

    That serene look reminds me a little of +Emilio Boronali 😉

  2. Logan Cate says:

    If you carve your own bust, will people in the future think you were important?

  3. Scott Cramer says:

    I think they might. But I keep using chocolate and, well, you know…

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