Walking
slowly to the senate, the old men assemble.
Caesar
considers the haruspex’s words spitting from her lips,
he jokes and
laughs, whilst others yet dissemble.
And Caesar
grins as he says aloud ‘The Ides of March have come’
the seer has got it wrong.
And the
conspirators in clean crisp white,
feel their
hands begin to sweat and tremble.
For Caesar
thinks the prophecy has failed,
But the cautious hag advises ‘Aye, Caesar, but not yet gone’.
And moments later the deed is done.
On a more cheerful note:
Get the flowers, buy the chocs
and open up the wine.
Say thanks to your mum, wherever she is
and I will fondly remember mine.
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