With an SPQR turn of your head
From the far shore of the table
Your destroyer set sail[1].
Across the ranks of my old dreams
two classical murmurs spread:
"Oh!" et "Doom!"
[1] Funny - just about then
Marcus Porcius recalled
His teenage kicks:
*She mustn't be left alone,
The subtle proud menace;
She must be taken.
Oh...
*[Furthermore, I think ...]
