Left behind, by those who came, before, translated…
How is the Rise & Fall of a Dynasty Measured
By a Tooth? Buried Deep in the
Bones of Time, it’s Sharpness
Not Usable in Chewing Up the Nutrients of History
On the Opposite, the Teeth are Always, Giggling Away
The Hereditary Condition of the Aisin Gioro Families
From the Dig Site, No Mouth Found Showed
Any Sense of Remorse for One’s Own Ignorance;
Those Who’d Shed the Blood, Still Showed Loyalty
The Teeth Couldn’t Keep the Air In
But Past the Holidays No One Remembers
what is, unearthed…
That Spat-Away Grind. In the End
It was the Fossils that Wiped Everything Else Away
Didn’t Make it Past the Sighs of the Deities
Back then, a Breeze Can, Give the Chills
Then, What You Will Never be Able to Keep
Must be the Rumbling Sounds from the Swords & Knives, Hissing Away
And so, what’s remained, of those dynasties again? Nothing, but those, old bones, or not even, those bones had become, so rotten that it’d become, soil, that still just showed, how you can’t take it with you, everything that you own, but, you do, leave, EVERYTHING, behind!
Life, the Obstacle Course 