adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Emperors, a poem

Emperors

After Augustus comes Tiberius
and we all see our mistake. Where now are the knives
of the Senate? All the blood of tyrants
dried years ago, was scrubbed from marble floors

and Caesar made a god. It’s not so hard
to be a god; old actors take on the role
with aplomb. Some even believe themselves.
Can we raise up some new god to be savior?

Young Caligula seems a promising boy.
Maybe he’ll make Rome great again.

Stephen Brooke ©2018

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