Barbarus in Roma
As captive taken to Eternal Rome,
As tall and ruddy slave amongst the free
And short and dark, he thirsted fearfully
For German beer and all the joys of home.
He saw no glory in the hippodrome
Nor on the sand where skilled slaves fought to see
Who would endure in vile utility
Under the unconcern of Heaven’s dome.
Civilization was, to him, disease–
Though the diseased were sure that they were fine
And gloried in their vain civilities.
In his lashed heart, he failed to fall in line.
In his fierce spirit, he was hard to please.
He was converted, finally, by wine.
(Second Place, Napa Town and Country Fair, 2017.)