some time back in the early ADs
a Roman went storming the Persian areas
the Sasanians were finally brought to their knees
and the Roman’s name was Emperor Galerius
to celebrate his glorious victories
he ordered friezes of considerable heft
triumphal arches, a great rotunda
but now there’s not a whole lot left
hundreds of years have come and gone
soldiers, emperors, all ploughed under
a few cats dozing on a sun-browned lawn
or looking for shade amongst the rubble
and the only lasting sense of wonder
is why they went to all that trouble