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Thoughts upon Julius Caesar’s Last Moment 

When Caesar said “Et tu, Brute,” in shock
his dying breath contained myriad things:
1024 atoms; a flock
Of tiny birds on 1 million billion billion wings.
And in the time between his death and now
They have flown from Rome and into your mouth!
And I hear you wondering aloud, “How?”
They have circulated North, West, East, South—
Casting these oxygen and carbon seeds
Across the world over land and ocean.
You likely inhale one or two of these
As your chest rises and falls; the motion
Of every single quiet breath,
Brings the flavor of Caesar’s Death.

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