I see much from this height grape leaves wave like nailed palms and my toes are sprouting flies.
Here on the road from Rome to Capua rock propped crosses tilt every hundred feet.
My comrades and I sag on their arms sun-blackened sacks dragging a foul southern wind.
Crassus and his legions marched down these cobbles months ago leaving trash at the roadside, and us.
Now only merchants pass in groaning carts, no longer pinching their noses with hands over bellies, they snore
Again this wind, the sky wipes it's greasy face my tatters flap like rotten flags.
And I almost hear the shouts of thousands, thunder as my hands shred on the nails.
I drop face first in Roman dust.
Do not misunderstand I have no regrets, a gladiator's days are whittled on a stick.
But dreams, they rattle in the skull like dice, even now they return.
Bony old men shaking the gate no where else to spend the night.
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
Spartacus was a thracian warrior captured by the Romans..The third Servile War ended in his defeat in 71BCE..History records Spartacus was killed in the final battle and his body was never found..6000 survivors of the revolt were captured by the legions of Crassus and were crucified lining the Appian Way from Rome to Capua..This poem was written by fellow Mississippian Michael Mack from my home state in America..
morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeFeb 12, 2013
a beautiful story acted by Kirk Douglas so is this true coz the facts were strewn about. . some say he did survive by swimming out to sea and later came back to rebel with the new English king the English called him big John
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so is this true coz the facts were
strewn about. . some say he did survive by swimming out to sea and later came back to rebel with the new English king
the English called him big John
Ken