A Death In Rom Poem by Anna Turtle

A Death In Rom



I feel the pain,
Deep in my back,
I hear a bone,
I feel it crack.

My toga is soaked,
In wine red blood,
The blood that is mine,
On the floor it flood.

The knife is dug deep,
Into my meat,
Between two rips,
It has found a seat.

I turn my head,
My murder to see,
I'm shocked at first,
But who else could it be.

I’m dead in a moment,
But why at his hand?
I saw him grow up,
become a man.

I spit out the words,
As if they where gross,
“also you my son,
Brutus”.

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