Fish on sand,
Like thyroid gland at time of infection,
When infected swells; like
The head of states, awaits the moment
Where the sea takes him back;
Or it bloats; expells.
They don’t breathe with their mouth.
They don’t breathe with their arse.
They don’t breathe at all – but we’ll
Let that pass.
He refused the crown as he opened the bridge
And he waved at the people,
In their words, to their hearts.
Imperators need no gold,
Augustus told those toga-clad fools
“Republic rules”. Fools.
Nugegoda Junc, under the old bo tree
I watch the toots ringing,
On the pass, things move.
Haven’t things, now, changed – NG’s no longer
What it was when I first
Made you hold; you groove.