The business of any empire is profit and loss, and the
effect of operating costs upon and between them. With
careful attendance upon these forces and values, an
ordinary fishing village---huddled between seven hills and the
Tiber became the dominant power in the world called Rome.
Some of my most intricate carvings have been appropriated to
decorate Greek and Roman manors in the Decapolis.
I designed and assembled the High Priest's writing desk at which
(they tell me) he studies of the testament of his God, and
arrives at the most momentous decisions.
My work is displayed in the Great Library of Alexandria.
But I have since fallen out of favor:
was that because of ill-chosen words muttered
after too much wine; or some married woman's disclosure
after I had admired---with delicate fingertips tracing---
her ample, and nakedly offered, curves?
Now I supervise the stock, and restocking, of crosspieces; a
task requiring little skill (they need not even be well
balanced) and only a rudimentary ability to count. The
uprights are less likely to need replacement, remaining
firmly fixed in the ground of convenient killing places:
purchased with the taxes Rome assesses,
occupied by the victims Rome crucifies.
Starward