Fall, Rome

"Quoniam quidem circumventus", inquit, "ab inimicis praeceps agor, incendium meum ruina restinguam.”

Fall, Rome. Let the corpse of Tityos,
Embroiled in his molten, sear-
Bronze edification of sin
Like a holocaust of erupting oak,
Shattering branches through spokes
Of the claustric sky in spores, exploding,
Tumble, cataclysm, crack
The shafting ground like smashing
Sheens of decimated glass.