Lines Written on the Anniversary of the Death of Julius Caesar

Give us a flash of your hyena-teeth.  
They don't show up against theatre
curtain, or a laurel wreath.
Where's the spirit in conspirator?

Torpedo the ego of brotherhood.
Drink to short term memory.
Unless you'r thinking Lepidus should
stir the spite of the enemy

and give tyranny the adornement
great conspiracies deserve? Per contra, 
betrayal’s shape is lingulate.
Forsaken ladders are our raison d'etre,

and with such in mind,
the Ides are not yet spent, as sages claim,
sorrow is uncouth and unkind,
and glory stands over shame, slain.