Caesar's Last Breath - Poem by Mark Sauer
Whilst you read this, you breath in particles
Of Caesar's last breath; the dust of Moses
Settles on your moist skin, clung to trickles
Of tears wept longing into the Indus
By Alexander - mixed with the nameless
Sweat of millions. The lifeblood in your veins
Has spilled upon the thirsty dirt countless
Times, raised to fall again in countless rains.
The eye that views this page is comet stuff
That baptized once from heaven new born Earth.
Past is living flesh. One atom is enough,
Entangling each thing to all things at birth.
Water that fell from John's palm to His brow
Sprinkles down upon your head, even now.
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