on that day born a fiest was formed

 to honor my gift to the world

dresses and suits of gold, diamond 

plates, cups, silver wear from china 

all lay displayed in paragon

but i, a host am unwilling

i undesiring of 

such fall exasperated 

sitting in the corner of mind 

with tears and a smile i hide

will all aplauds in my demise

And as they gather to feast on pride

they’ll find plates empty, bread moldy 

silverwear ravished by the rust 

and for the pig they had slaughted 

was set too long out in the sun.