Hail Caesar! Poem by Merlin Mwaura

There was a time I wasn't sure
what I could be capable of...
That a man can be the tears,
a bloodied nose,
a vein with hot blood...
He is life and that too is magnificent,
Like a blank wall,
we take spray paint and put graffiti
like a girl will do her nails.
It is the blunt things that sharpen a blade
it is the current that smooths the stones.

I will speak language,
what a secret organization would know...
watch the pattern of his behavior,
like watching a piano student
couldn't be more obvious,
that this is Caesar,
watch his finger around the queen,
making moves on a checkered board,
Playing chess like Kasparov.
on the harbor where many fishermen dock
and if you manage to find me,
in a straw hat,
taking the sunshine,
while I chew on a chilly
spicing things and life up.

What is the difference between swimming in the river,
and swimming in the sea?
There is much more water I guess.
But I bet sharks are pretty good swimmers too.
I know my heart well,
there is much to build and much to see...
how would you think an alien looks?
much the same as our insides...
Terrifying and horrifying
but very real.
Ask the C.I.A if you think I was lying,
but I guess you'll hear the same thing.

Hail Caesar,
Holding a thumbs up...
approving yet another brutality,
The sport of men,
The spectators the weak and timid.
For we who are hailed,
go for the thrill,
it matters not how fast the beat,
It is the keen eye that sees,
from a pyramid...
a vantage point to get the most advantage.

Magicians perform,
Illusionists become...
and when the orchestra sings,
It is not song but an eruption.
The air is taken by all...
so squeeze the breath out of one,
and you upset everyone else.
You marvel the rest.
There is of course the matter of horror,
but that is over rated.

Human beings do more terrifying things to each other.
It is betrayal,
It is deceit,
It is love,
It is envy
Even in such things as happiness,
we do carry our selves in high esteem,
a little eloquence,
a little fizzle,
and a drink from a cold glass,
and we make ourselves the image we see in our mirrors.
Hail Caesar...
and raise a thumb or dropp it down.