Nero In The Long View

Nero, that awkward and clohopping creep,

who wished to be a stallion and a stud,

poured forth the torrents of his damned heartseep---

an undistinguished, repetitious flood

a grammarless gush, mainly misspelled mud.

During his lifetime, no one could dare tell

him that his verse was an atrocity

upon the hallowed joy of poetry;

his pages like diseased street whores, attired

in rags (unliked, unread, and uninspired)

this fact has long endured for time to keep---

perhaps he understands more, now, in Hell;

although, perhaps, not able to inquire

as he is seared and roasted in Lake Fire.


Starward

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

They tell me that the GREAT historic and erotic poet, Constantine Cavafy, enjoyed talking, and sometimes writing, about figures from the past as if he were gossiping about them.  People who overheard his cafe conversations were impressed by his ability to make historical figures seem contemporary.  (What his boy friends heard during intimate conversations I leave to the readers; imaginations.)

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