Suck on the old wolf’s tits, you brothers,
Imbibe a wolf-like cunning,
Hunt in a pack and chase with others
Scared individuals running.

Wolverine legions must go forth
To conquer and to tax
Until the east, west, south and north
Have financed Roman pax

When Rome will scavenge works of art
To fill its city lair
And bones of countries torn apart
Will lie like marble there

For there must dazed Catullus cry
Out love songs for some bitch
And Seneca must satisfy
A philosophic itch.

Suck on the old wolf’s tits, you brothers,
Be of your mother’s ilk,
Honoured yet feared by those whose mothers
Dispense a gentler milk.

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29 August 2015

8 September 2015