Hurry home centurion-
Get thy family out of Rome
Another failed Caesar, another torn heart,
Stone columns and monuments shattered apart.
Sail fast seamaster, pitching homeward,
Coursed for Malaga
Save for black night to ponder the strength
Of savage arrows seeking hearts to rent.
Run away from the eastern day,
Go henceforth west, o pioneer blessed,
With no distance awareness past
How many rivers till journeys end at last.
Bridges…crossings ne’er contemplated,
As we hurry life up, down, around and about.
Akin to tangible ancestors of concrete & steel;
Scarcely ere’ regarded…or honored as real.
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