You should not have been so eager
to wash away the shame of ambition
with death's bitter remedy,
as one pentameter and nine lines 'of inferior quality'
now stand as your legacy;
after all, time more merciless than Octavian
has wrought its punishment,
and left these as your poetic monument.
You should have put words down
and sought Octavian's forgiveness
through flattery and praise,
and your too audacious ambition
would have been forgiven, if not forgotten,
and, perhaps, your poetry would
have stood time like a lesser Sphinx,
and would be remembered,
not your death in disgrace.
14.10.2015-21.05.2021
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