Holy Week: Tuesday

Wait for it -- the last stanza -- something to think about.

The Conquerors

~Harry Kemp

I saw the Conquerors riding by

With cruel lip and faces wan;

Musing on kingdoms sacked and burned

There rode the Mongol Genghis Khan;

And Alexander, like a God,

Who sought to weld the world in one:

And Caesar with his laurel wreath;

And leading, like a star the van,

Heedless of upstretched arm and groan, Inscrutable

Napoleon went

Dreaming of empire and alone ...

Then all perished from the earth

As fleeting shadows from a glass,

And, conquering down the centuries,

Came Christ, the Swordless, on an ass ...