How is the Rise & Fall of a Dynasty Measured

By a Tooth?  Buried Deep in the

Bones of Time, it’s Sharpness

Not Usable in Chewing Up the Nutrients of History

On the Opposite, the Teeth are Always, Giggling Away

The Hereditary Condition of the Aisin Gioro Families

From the Dig Site, No Mouth Found Showed

Any Sense of Remorse for One’s Own Ignorance;

Those Who’d Shed the Blood, Still Showed Loyalty

The Teeth Couldn’t Keep the Air In

But Past the Holidays No One Remembers

what is, unearthed…

That Spat-Away Grind.  In the End

It was the Fossils that Wiped Everything Else Away

Didn’t Make it Past the Sighs of the Deities

Back then, a Breeze Can, Give the Chills

Then, What You Will Never be Able to Keep

Must be the Rumbling Sounds from the Swords & Knives, Hissing Away

And so, what’s remained, of those dynasties again?  Nothing, but those, old bones, or not even, those bones had become, so rotten that it’d become, soil, that still just showed, how you can’t take it with you, everything that you own, but, you do, leave, EVERYTHING, behind!