I love him, like a father, a brother
Maybe not a lover
His words changed me, rearranged me
Stole my disguise
Took away my covers
Why, well I do not know
He might be deranged
His madness might be staged
But here I am, 1800 years later
With modern taste
A modern mind and range of ideas
But still, what he said
Destroyed me
From the core and outward
And I left
With nothing now
For he is gone
And has been
For so long
There is nothing left
I am bereft
Alone in the modern world
Ovid knew the truth and said it
And he was punished
Like Pound
For being honest enough
To say it
Is worth every single punishment
Every bit of torment
I swear
I deserve it too
For just watching
As the clouds fall
Forsaken doom
Again
And again
And again
