| Every leaf endeavours towards A South - North axis, Seeking the sun awe head out of our Winter solstice. A simple mystery In my backyard. Little wonder then, That the Emperor* of the Roman state Grew cabbages, in lieu of The handling of human affairs So perilous To the state of health. It seems, to understand the functions of A single cell, Is more awesome Than order the destruction Of an enemy, or a friend. Peacefully then, he husbanded Himself through his winter days. Knee deep in manure; Sure on his axis. *Tiberius (see Robert Graves) |