Remnants

In this field in which I reign
O'er rows of gilded grain
Stoic upon crucified throne
Husk enshrined dry as bone
 
Once aligned plotted row
Weeds on it amply grow
God endowed bumpkin shave
Gone to seed humble grave
 
Toil expiry calloused hand
Sown on relentless land
Omitted here remnants when
Life was unyielding back then
 
Generations now forgot
All ones pride surely sought
Inane house, senescent shell
Only bygone shadows dwell