Spoliarium
Masterpiece of an Indio
Legacy of one native Bravo
As I gaze at the piece
Memories of gladiators seize
Under the roofs of soft floors
Are bloodsheds on hard, scratched floors
Have you ever wondered
Why warriors are devoid?
Of worldly possessions unplundered
Die with swords unparanoid
Heroes or heels are subjects
Painted in oil, not Aztecs
Brushed and colored in blood
Mustache of a Maestro in a cloud
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