XV
An
antique Coliseum arch
frames
the scene
of
this long forgotten crime
Your
toga rising at the shoulder
you
lift your arm
muscles
tensing
In
flagrante delicto
paparazzi snap
the shot
your
guilt for all to see
The
dagger sits between his blades
and
Caesar’s lips
gasp
one last breath
Reflected in his
eyes
the shock of your betrayal
His
whispered words
echo
down the corridors of centuries
Et
tu…
A
bubble of blood
emerges
on the blue tinged lips
… Brute
His
final words
no-one
records
but
you see them
written
out in blood
stains
no remover
can
ever clear
Mio
amico…
He
sighs inside his silence
his
disappointment
ringing
loudly in your ears
clanging
on
and
on
and
on
Written in 2007 but edited more recently
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