she leans forward
wearing mourning black
to a gleeful triumph
whispering into the ear
of her senate seated son,
“Look at him, Brutus, the man is not first citizen. He has made himself the king of Rome…”
she leans forward
wearing mourning black
to a gleeful triumph
whispering into the ear
of her senate seated son,
“Look at him, Brutus, the man is not first citizen. He has made himself the king of Rome…”
2 replies on “write like you have no mother”
what a lovely tao that would be, eh?
True, true…