Twilight of Miklagard
In the golden city where the merchants rule
And Northern exiles softened with plenitude,
Rome’s glories are immolated for Mammon.
Gilded enlightenment subverts crown and cross
Where the eagle wavers beneath eastern wind.
Stirrings of the world scarcely disturbing sleep
Of city oblivious, all the while…
Men of different purpose knock at the gate.
Jackson Hern is an Afghanistan veteran, Emergency Medical Technician, and writer of both minimalist and traditional verse poetry. He splits his time between Southern Rhode Island and his native New Jersey. This is his first historical piece.