Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "The Death of Julius Ceasar."

 OUR Man in Europe now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Death of Julius Ceasar."

...THERE'S ALWAYS A JUDAS, a (Shakespear's) Othello's IAGO to muddy the waters in your inner circle who cares nothing BUT for their own advancement, a steppingstone to POWER, GOLD, an EGO-inflated, insidious GLORY! A people-scum, social parasite, a rash under your skin.

There's always a TRAITOR, a worm in the bud, and within; a festering EGO, it's PANIC/self-survival to articulate/swear on a stack of religious texts, a bloody sack of LIES...to prevail and elevate a tomorrow, to widen the gap twix U & your wife? The mouse in the wainscotting. The Spider. The reptile. Their EGO-surrounds, a blight, the rat hanging on until your ship goes down. An inverted sincerity. That smeared-fake cosmetic, the tears of a Clown...

...A fracture, encapsuled-TIME, a ripple, as Empires Built-Empires fall down. An Emperor's Red Cloak, an ancient diplomatic dispute, just another CEASAR stabbed 29 times on the steps of the temple of Pompey-Maximus (NOW LOCATED in Rome's Piazza de Argentino) ...presently an urban refuge for Rome's stray Cats...

...within & without, Ceasar's nemesis/competitor (Pompey-Max) who was harried into latter day EGYPT! Decapitated on arrival! (Egyptian Immigration Check-In). As for Ceasar, a Texas Grassy Knoll assassination, (Piazza di Argentino) a political cause & effect, the outcome was the same, these final acts/thoughts for Poets to exclaim: (Shakespear's Cassius): "Brutus! The fault lies NOT in our stars but in ourselves!" Histories epitaph UN-worthy of Vaudeville. Yet does it not hook a corner in your mind?

These last swirling Julius Ceasar's thoughts/dynamics race, exacerbate. A BRIGHT LIGHT? A Ghost-ECHO! BETRAYAL! ...Histories mortal CLOAK leaves no-one alive. As ever my LADY ROSA, my Housekeeper's birthday present, a Panama hat, here in Corozal-Belize and in Time's ETERNITY things that may survive - forget about JESUS! -  or Caesar/Emperor., Pompey Maximus., my friends & MIO; (my Panama hat?), or my Guitar, that ZIPPO LIGHTER! Uncanny how our life's trinkets outlive the lot!

Ceasar's bloodied TOGA... Did some faithful Slave/attendant carry it away to create a hidden-ethereal shrine that now fires the tokens our own imaginings?...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.