Octavian

Footworn Augustus, last arrived, but first
among the citizens of Rome, reprised
with tailored eloquence a clarion burst
of sentiments, each deftly sanitized
not to offend the Pantheon, nor pre-
commit to any course or anyone;
rather suggest a skein of victories
from present’s battles met to future’s won:
Remeber by your strength to rule the Earth.
Then retired, took a glass of wine,
put up his sandals, thought of his net worth,
told his Livia, All this is mine,
and gestured toward the map beneath his feet,
and asked his cook to bring him something sweet.