OVID
the pompous Patriots
scoreless
at half time
Seattle (smart city)
with their
blitzkrieg football
acing it
in our own
back yard
meanwhile
between Oz and Kansas
the corn still growing
as spears go, every
clutch of corn
by
rank and file
deep as a legion
tall as
a phalanx
but Empire troubled
by what it sees
out at half
time
rapping in Spanish
(language
closest to Latin)
worse, singing about
love and
community
not
fish, beer, trucks
and dogs
as quintessential
song lexicon
and preserving a
language
for the sake of
ablatives, declensions
and gender
spoke as it
are
vestal
as a virgin
from
the horse’s mouth
(the Empire that
gave us
Spartacus
also giving us Ovid)
poems 2 die for 