To Cross the Rubicon
As there is in us an urge to stake all,
And to taste our inner most strife,
Cast are the die like spotted planets,
And our blood shall roll to mimic.
As the planets too are heaven's die,
And we are the living spots,
Shall we spell out the fate of gods?
Shall we dole out vengeance?
As one lives life as if one waits,
As if one waits patiently in a Trojan horse,
That stands at the pearly gates,
Waiting like to-be-fallen angels.
As all our winnings shall soon be lost,
We are reminded again of Solon’s warning,
And suddenly faced by the blackest swan,
Caesar tells us, “Let us cross the Rubicon.”
