Mortem Tyrannis

A Poem

My mask's frown,
Obsidian eyes,
And mechanical maw

Are clasps cast down
By quotidian lies –
Tyrannical law.

A brooding bore
With a zeal-stealing,
Petty sneer

Barred the door
To feeling:
Fear.

I always danced
To please her;
I slew this creed!

I rightly lanced
This Caesar.
“Et tu?” Indeed.