We are built on blood,
you and I.
After Caesar laid waste
to our primitive earthworks
we built new veins of stone
while we watched Gauls stand firm.
When Latin left our mouths
what were we to speak
but blood oaths
to our brothers?
In truth, we were always waiting
to be usurped by false uncles
promising peace
and delivering war.
Author notes
This poem was an honorable mention for the Bradley University American Academy of Poets prize.
