By Jupiter health stirs
In bosom rasp otters
Like dogs the heat arose
Till breath cease to a droll
Of flesh sweat close
Pour a swing o pain'l sores
Aches in arched clause
Creases the bushy brows
Lotions in veils to no avail
Tones of skin to conjurers verse
Sculptures to carpenters boards
Age cometh astride of tides horse
In potions one dwells on
Brandish some brandy downs
Whilst rubs of oils vapors close
To some, a moment brought
Rise of hope to a minutes break
Bent by the nail on the coffins face
Crosses, dear Holy Ghosts
Allah to the Buda's note follow'rs
The same death cometh to all
Wither in loam or waters grasp
Pulp of self be gnawed away
To a cage slow wither away
Left to witness the morrow
A fire to torch in slow awake
Such to grinds bones to ash
Cinders to disperse along
Till remains a memory alone
To a fog like winter smog
White as the sheet cleansed
Dust of time bites away, away
Till smote be even the recall
With telling it chameleons on
To fiction to meanless words
Survivors to myths
Surplus just bygones