Ode to a Roman Bust

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?"

©2006 Scott Cramer </copyright>