Roman Dreams
... ad finem fidelis...
What was that dream of Roman times
The road lined with twenty foot alder weavings
Leading to that dread courtyard covered
With a skim of water a mirror of deceiving
I ran through as Odysseus making a splash
To frighten off that horse and rider -well
After all just a boy and bareback
But that horse would not fall back
But pawed the wet clay and came on thunder
Teeth to thigh and eye tight black
I was once your master and teacher
Now can do nothing but fall back
The power has passed on
And mere children play at the gates of hell.