Disfigurement of character as well as of spine —
Even he, a good and noble man
In the literal sense,
Purchased with his wealth and fame
Than a humble plot of earth to lie
Or as long as eternity allows our spinning globe to circle the sun.
Whether crowned or bereft of powerful symbols,
Like crosses and Stars of David, or tattoos of lascivious women,
All of us go quietly
And are heard no more.
Stories are told, sometimes more often than not.
But who beside the grand villain,
The brave martyr,
The comic pig,
The fearless guide,
The awfully destructive,
The ambitiously constructive
Is remembered when he’s gone?