L X I X

And in Roman times, as in modern times,
hungry men, pleasured in fawn...
'Twas a gladiators cup to imbibe from,
after running blades 'cross th' necks, of they...
whose god or science were of different air.

And, women turned warm, and ogled,
at th' thought of the warrior's prowess;
losing purity, at th' notion of bloodthirst.

And sometimes at night, ther'd be heard,
an echo, of lions, on the wind....roaring,
by th' black of an empty arena,
as th' warrior becomes conqueror again;
while woman returns th' favour.......in kind.

And come daybreak...the lions will sleep.

poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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