The Ancient Modern
All the Rage / Joshua Alan Sturgill
I’ve built myself a mansion, see it
rising from the sandy hillside?
Used the finest lumber—mahogany
and cherry—for the chimney.
Tiled the floor with bright squares
of untempered glass.
Its doors are blue—
and-white patterned porcelain.
My bed, exquisite cloisonne.
And I’ve plumbed its many bathrooms
with pipes cast
of the rarest salt.