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Last Day Of The Gladiator
The crowds roar,
like the curled horns.
Elephant lords bray.
Gladius raised high,
glinting in the bronzing sky.
Shining on this divine day.
They come for me,
to see red blood in ochre dust.
Hear each hack and crack.
See each skull crushed.
The sun burns and glisters sweat.
Torches snake their flame.
Banners spiral, and black birds the same,
in exploding sandblast spray.
The crowds roar my name,
on this,
my last day.
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