Headstone to a great man, employer, father.
The last tight fist of earth, held forever, that only
Recently had beat upon his desk.
How grand, to be an Aztec Empire,
Gilded once in sun, worshipped in his time
By flying snakes, feathered dragon-gods;
For red cups to be slashed and drank for he
Who bronzed the sky and seeded the wide forests,
A man who is the rising and the very
Setting sun of his own dynasty:
Lasting just one sunset long enough
To find his clutching heart had stopped;
Those jagged temples now echoing
An archeology to sacrifice.
The Aztec Empire lasted less than one hundred years, between 1427-1521: founded after the Battle of Agincourt, and finished before Henry VIII went and got his divorce. No man’s empire ever lasts.