Marcus sit down you fool and have a drink

The evening is warm and the moon isn’t going anywhere

Its still early and this wine is dark and sweet

The streets lead away into reveries and fevers

You know all my scars tell a tale

You can read your own life in my poor torn limbs

The whirlpool of seas chained to my fear like an oar

The biting slice that first time an arrowed ice

The smack of a poppy blew open my red head and I bled

The shielded oak knelt down to cuff my throat

The hallowed earth swerved and curved through universe

The blackened skulls scream mercy sound like gulls

The whitest woman in the world uncurled her bird

The sword is hilted in every jilted wife

The battle line drawn in dawns rosy light withered by night

The marches through the marshes in camouflages

The pitch of the green waves a screen saves you

The mirrored halls of Pompeii are free today

The famine in the fields yields the fruit of sickening hunger

The boys in the coliseum well you wouldn’t want to be ‘em

Marcus sit down you fool and have a drink

The evening is warm and the moon isn’t going anywhere