Caesar Told Me Not To Dance

The world belongs to me.

Caesar told me not to dance

Or call to victory machines sounds of

Young souls climbing, rising, drifting in steam, up

Into the burning air to float with ash like inferno

And dead-eyed soldiers in beds of flesh laugh

As years melt away and we burn our knees in the dirt

Digging further, further, further… Alas! The gold

Slips, molten, through ringed fingers of insanity

We know not which way to go anymore, when you have

All the power of a mindset like murder, stolen from children

The wives of men turn deadly, the men look around

Dazed, unfocused, weapons of the vanished loosely falling

Ravaged dirt I clutch to my body, clinging to bloody fields and

Climbing into waterways to reach blue bodies, once I

Had felled darkness to breathe in the light, for instead of truth

I opted for the blinding rays of night

 

Author's Note

I wrote this in History class. We were reading about industrial America, and I fell into a daze (a horrible student am I, but at least I wrote a poem about it in 'Concrete Bodies, Have You The Time?). When I came to, I have the inspiration for this. It pretty much wrote itself. I did not have industry in mind, but it can definitely be seen as that.

This, and 'Halt, Shall The Bard Sing', are my favorites.