Beyond a postcard, received from Rome.
Past the frame, fingers grasp for the history that named him.
Augustus eyes a pigeon; time multiplies like beating wings.
Years pass – beneath Rome I ride backwards in time:
Repubblica, Barberini, Flaminio, Ottaviano…
Wind back through paths of ruins, cracked Caesars
Clock’s hands whittle centuries to slivers.
Meeting the gaze of eroded pupils, I see him.
Octavian sleeps within his statue
Augustus forgets himself as he becomes Augustus
I open my mouth, forget my name, close my mouth.
Neekoo Collett is a fourth year undergraduate, studying honours political science. She has studied poetry under Bert Almon, Shawna Lemay, and Nobel-prizewinner Derek Walcott. She enjoys cake, game theory, and running with bulls. She is currently reading the short stories of Dorothy Parker.