Gladiatorum
Pandemonium fills the arena
the cries of the masses
echoes through the air like roaring lions...
Cheering to incite the favor
of the gods
while the elder nobles
wave in silent indignation...
The gladiators
face the emperor,
"Hail, Caesar
those who about to die salute you"
The emperor raising a finger,
"Fair you well"
Clash of shield and swords
protecting flowing wounds
prolonging their lives...
Blood flowing onto sand
red blood in the sun
forming putrid pools...
Gladiatorum
for the glory of empire
and you Caesar,
are you not entertained?
~ ~
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013
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