a wild thing of creation,caged

The fig tree
was our rotunda,
the roots valleys
leading to our kingdom

not fifty feet away
a concrete range
bridged worlds,
and stood silently, sullen
our very own
mountain of doom

fearsome as knights and maids
we traversed cement battlements
I crossed on the Styx,
the other world moved
like a slithering mass of parasites
ever closing in on our seat of power

shimmers of time shivered the river,
as the monster of madness
split the surface

an almighty bellow,
'get the fuck home
for dinner'

my brother,

a Caesar ruled
and was slaughtered
by his own,
me caged and fed
like a wild thing
by mine