THE GREAT ONES

Rather than wait,
the great ones always destroy themselves.
Who can say why?
To gnaw and tear,
and bite through the chord
that sustained.
Their place among the heavens –
affixed.
Longevity of their legend –
secure.
To glisten
as white diamonds strewn,
across a firmament of clay,
devouring quicksand.

At last,
to endure no more,
to gnaw and tear…
who can say why?
The great ones always destroy themselves,
rather than wait,
Their place among the heavens,
evergreen,
for a while,
forever renewed,
yet always
the great ones destroy themselves,
rather than wait.