Tailor Bell - Ludus Elysium

Of another sunset, at pompa of Ludi Circenses
Of envious heat, between the Flavian torches

Of emptied chariots on the quickly raked field
Merciful departure of Mercury's iron wand

Fallen petals with palms in the Podium canal
On the Couch of Libitina, everyone dreams


Lower to upper cavea, vast surging tiers
Laurel crown encircling the crowded brow

Lanista crying 'mitte, Mitte' amid Thracian cheers
Raised trumpets at the Porta Triumphalis

Rudis of the Circus editor extended...with Caesar's nod
Under vela of Charon, everyone dreams

Tailor Bell

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