Epitaph For Caesar By Calpurnia Poem by Meredith B.

I tried to warn him about the dreams
But he was too proud to see through the scheme
My beloved is dead and I sit alone
And all I can think is that he should have known
He couldn't be broken, or so he thought
Now all that's left is my beating, broken heart
Inside I'm sobbing and kicking and screaming
Yet all they can hear is a small silent weeping
Is it all there is now to sit here and pray?
Since all he could whisper was 'et tu, Brute? '