Calisthenics - Week 5

Playing Colosseum

In armored vestibules we stood

keys primed and orbiting the Leviathan doors.

Literally mutating the ills and terrors

of our pretend predecessors 

inaccurate as only ten year olds can be.

Superior, we servants illuminated the

caged generals, savage beasts who altered our

whole existence

The hallucinogenic moans of muses

we did not know,

only the cries of the mob

hungry for our peony entrails.

Knowing our faltering world was at a close

we sat in hushed tones waiting to be

regimented in our final duties.

We were pirates

and laborers

and soldiers

and Christians

and slaves

and thieves.

Doomed by the tantalizing impulse of thumbs,

we were leveraged like animals into

the bright arena of Rome.