The vanities of ages
This being vain about our times
is surely now a vice,
where before it became a curse.
Imagination, memory, forsaken
denial triumphs.
A catastrophe of the age,
this reckless assumption
that now is surely
the best of times,
history finally ended.
All of now,
thus made righteous,
these being unlike
any other times.
No illusion this,
to blind us.
No bubble this
to ever burst.
Our centurions will forever
guard our walls,
ever watchful for the
return of the barbarians
without,
secure in the knowledge
there are none
within.