Shapes of Clay

by Ambrose Bierce

ARTHUR McEWEN

ARTHUR McEWEN.

Posterity with all its eyes
Will come and view him where he lies.
Then, turning from the scene away
With a concerted shrug, will say:
"H'm, Scarabaeus Sisyphus--
What interest has that to us?
We can't admire at all, at all,
A tumble-bug without its ball."
And then a sage will rise and say:
"Good friends, you err--turn back, I pray:
This freak that you unwisely shun
Is bug and ball rolled into one."