Youth on Horseback or Caligula
Gaius Caligula Germanicus
Frigid eternal night on the far side of the moon...
a perfectly round crater, a Roman palace.
Caligula sits a dust-dappled white stallion,
Even from here, I keep up with events.
Back end of the palace, small amphitheater...
Caligula's four ex-wives shackled tight
to glow-white pillars, wearily moan.
Caligula, a'horseback, sings anti-war ditties,
rides up and down mountainous mounds
of French seashells, every so often
dismounting in order to mount one
of his three naked, painted silver, sisters,
Agrippina the Younger, Drusilla, or Julia Livilla.
Episodically restored to human existence,
I return to Earth as a bugger-the-deans,
roll-in-a-tub-of-coins junior college president.