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 s nap 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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