Beware the Ides of March.
Jaw jammed in a barbed wire fence,
Nothing has ever been the same since.

Witness the awful beauty and cold, ghastly hands
As you come off your dull lark.
Cry, cry, my soul snuffed out in the dark.

He makes towards you like a Brute,
Taking you away from me far too soon.
I scream, I plead, but I hear nothing from you. Tell me –

How can I speak to someone who is not there?
I pray, I gasp, I seek out my pointless penance, yet
Nothing has ever been the same since.

All I see, in the deep reams of my mind,
Is the complete, unsullied horror
And broken purple veins left in his conquest.
Poor orphan, all I can think
Is useless, useless, useless.