For every public declare–a-rama
There has to be a rehearsal drama
A script to fight
A man to knight
Analysis
Programming
Temple thoughts
To double whammy
Apt phrasey
(whoops-a daisy)
Catch wordy
Fire targets
To sink the mighty.
II
When my husband gives out his smile
He knows his turn and timing
When he grows cold
And almost bold
It’s only to protect his lining
No one should know
When he does not-
And if you want your climbing
Get his man to sus it out
Make your thoughts his dining.
III
A politician’s wife
The tricky life
Shining through a whole day’s alphabet
The language bites
But Caesar’s right
He needs it for his men
To fight
Calpurnia watches
Through latches and catches
To be his lady fair
Care I a day
Care you a night
Integrity is rare.
IV
The politician grows
His power shows
He builds upon his tower
Count his appearances
His hours, his time
Guilt hangs there like a flower.
V
When my leader’s day is done
He dreams of times to come
Works and heirs
Loves and cares
Immortalising-
Never fair
Using minor encrusted sorcerer seers
Epitaphs for his bier
Caressed by zephyrs
Embalmed by friends
Never thought this could ever end
All that rim and tuck
Belch and fuck
Suspicious of every duck
Standing back to the wall
And mindful of all the exits!
VI
The leader’s wife
Cuts like a knife
The cake of his pomposity
I risk my all
At this costume ball
To be heard-
By this man
Tell me, is he ten feet tall?
VII
But I am talking of many things
Harbinger clouds
Rainy Kings
Tempera tempura a mores
Nonsense but
Pura-
Sura who can care a
Might rule and share a
My politician’s life
Protected by its veil a
An unspeakable trail a
Blood
It’s invisible too
Invisible You!
Make a wanton dare a
VIII
Come Ideas
Come to me
Come friends
Care for me
Come my cares
Work for me
Come my share
And heaven’s snare
Keep my body warm.
IX
And in the end
God will send
Caesar’s gift of divinity
I will shirk
All my quirks
And display unnatural humility
The Master’s curse
Will turn out my purse
To buy stones for my monument
But when I’m dead and at the end
Make sure you send
My Caesar’s works to me
Will say those stones
His weary bones
Can answer nary clones
Their turn has come
But I am gone
To my Hall of Fame and Glory-
But ignominious rout
What helluva clout
Was once mine
To send
Me
Out.
