Of another sunset, at pompa of Ludi Circenses
Of envious heat, between the Flavian torches
Of emptied chariots on the quickly raked field
Merciful departure of Mercury's iron wand
Fallen petals with palms in the Podium canal
On the Couch of Libitina, everyone dreams
Lower to upper cavea, vast surging tiers
Laurel crown encircling the crowded brow
Lanista crying 'mitte, Mitte' amid Thracian cheers
Raised trumpets at the Porta Triumphalis
Rudis of the Circus editor extended...with Caesar's nod
Under vela of Charon, everyone dreams
Tailor Bell
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