Poem of the week: The Ides of March
Mar 21, 2023
Betrayal tastes like
A knife edge, sharp and sudden
Ice like the Tiber
Red opens its mouth
On my bones, the hands mold me
Brothers that I shook
They crawl across me
Insects in their golden robes
Gnawing at my pow’r
She clutched me at the
Archway, begging teary-eyed
My Calpurnia
I am a monster
Been carved up twenty-two times
Like a platter’d Sphinx
Between the gray light
Treacherous faces loom bright
The last blade smiles
You, Brutus, and you?
I’ll see you in hell, brother
Shining with my blood
When they lay me down
In olive soil, soft and sweet
Will they cry for me?
Honorable man
Will they murmur I was an
Honorable man?
Raymond Yepes – Mar 21, 2023 at 6:18 pm
Great timing Cass ?