The Gallowprice

Whoever all said nothing gold can stay
Should see the Viking burials
Decayed of wood, of flesh, and even bone
Bravest men and all their life’s array
Clothing, fabric, sail and flag of country flown
Soaked in vibrant patterns, colors,
Dyes from lichens, insects, weeds and hay
Gifts from kinsmen, lovers, thwarted foes
Memories of battles won and lost
Tragedies of sickness, hopes of better days;
Of all the things an ancient people offered
Deep and solemnly in wonderment and pain,
Only gold remains.

— Manhattan, 2016