
“Vanitas Still Life” by Pieter Claesz
I am drawn to fabricative vestiges
odd artifacts orphaned by culture
castoff heirlooms of clever-bent candlewax minds
melting visions of handsome arcanum
subliminal beds of mathematics
for whose formulas priests and engineers vie
curious handiworks rigged of small use
save to elevate medieval cells
of profligate mundane cerebral existence
unrepentant assertions of sophists
caught in autocrat teeth by poor students
of Machiavellian critical thinking
decorations I hang from sagged roofbeams
and mount over friable mantels
where they’ll burn when the vanitas torch paints my house
(originally posted April 2013)