Alexander of Macedonia

We etch and we etch so that none will forget
betting against the wind that ours is the bet

But what lasted the vigil of the night alone-
Pompeii, Atlantis, Petra or Babylon?

Way-laid in our well-known ways
we again ask why man strays?

The rational mind stretching and flexing itself
like the boat stretched to the edge of the shelf

The money, the splendor or the ways royal
the glory, the beauty and the friends loyal

None outlasted time, the treachorous foe
and all asunder did the winds blow