This glory is fleeting,
no news there.
sic transit gloria mundi–
such a grand sounding way to say
it all goes to shit eventually.
the tide will turn,
the flower will die,
the leaves will fall.
Marvell wooed his mistress with such sentiments.
‘Fuck me while you still are young and moist,’
he says in Elizabethan terms.
Today, the rappers still are wooing virgins
with the threat of growing old before they come;
in a post-apocalyptic shock,
the virgins count their money
and say yes.