Scourge of Plenty


Man a keen shard
Shroud in blinding light
In glazed varnish––
Man a wax figure
Sheathed in splendor fine
Smile wooden manners divine

Scourge of Plenty Man’s fell mistress––
Begone your gilded ardor

Man grand in tender green
Mean and starved
Of the rudely grotesque
Savage brethren all––
Man bald and blind
From thunder black to sunny gray
Swell breast a fleeting mirage––
To lush Eden attend

Scourge of Plenty Man’s fell mistress––
Begone your gilded ardor

Man beat by folly
Till contagion’s spread embalmed
Splintered and sundered––
Man belly a sluice of ash ebullient
Sun’s burst world’s end
Ere a thirst quenched

Scourge of Plenty Man’s fell mistress––
Begone your gilded ardor

Copyright © 2013 Elliot Silverberg. All rights reserved.

About Elliot Silverberg

I am an essayist, freelance journalist, poet, and screenwriter; an avid reader with a fascination for historical fiction, sci-fi, and fantasy fiction; a student of the Ancient Greek and Roman cultures; and a tennis enthusiast.

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