Reserata Carcerem XXXIX

Reserata Carcerem XXXIX

Caesar after war t’ him was pawn,
and pride on him had left gaunt gores,
trod eerie earth with punctured pacts;
haughty hoofs e’en such pain scarce cast.

Artemidorous by paths tarr’
with, “Beware of the Ides of March.”
But punctured pride’s porous gores gulped
bounty biddings ‘n’ sanity sucked.

And’n recherche robe was he draped
on essence ‘f th’ augury’s day.
With sumptuous sores unnursed went he,
and sane senators made gores’ sea.

Beware of prophecy ‘f he speaks,
but wrestle it not into being.
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Note:
a) Of awed augury.
b) The following were used with no syllabic consequences, while some are attached to some syllables.
i) t’ – to
ii) e’en – even
iii) tarr’ – tarry
iv) ‘n’ – and
v) ‘f – of
vi) th’ – the

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