I’ve been watching him for my entire life
I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees, his words so contrived
& I hate the way the townspeople gather outside
they hang on every breath, cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride
the oracle told him to beware the ides
& I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wishing for untimely death or demise
or am I just wishing I could be like you?
that the people would see me too as a poet
and not just the muse
oh it’s not true, I don’t wish harm upon you
from birth we’ve been like brothers, of different mothers, within the spirit of the same womb
may the gods strike me down if I forsake you
frater meus
you’re beautifully made & to you I’m forever grateful
I’ll never forget that you showed me to make art
and I know the love you showed me came from a pure & noble heart
I love you & if you want I’ll call you king
but why do I lie awake each night thinking