Sonnet 384

Then march forever onward wicked Time,

Carrying the world with you to it’s doom;

And n’er look back upon your vile crimes

As you stride ever forward to your tomb.

May lines of purposed truth your story tell

To chronicle the worth there razed to ruin;

Of good or evil that your blade befell:

Sad effigies of hope lie callous strewn.

Relentless, obligate, cruel, unconcerned

Here always true unto your tyrant vows,

Determined to destroy, all beauty burned—

Charred relics of the past to but avow.
From forth a fire scoured plain emotes a flower;
‘Midst tears of rain, fair proof of beauty’s power.

Loubert S Suddaby poems