Brutus

Dark eyes look in mine for the last time
As the knife slices between my ribs.

Pain explodes.
Lifeblood oozes out of me
Staining everything red.
I can't look away.

Where was Laocoon's warning?
I accepted your gift without question,
Heedless of Cassandra's cries
Until—too late—
The charade was over
And Troy began to burn.

You got what you wanted,
And you're finished with me;
Thrown to the floor with Tamar.
What you called love was only a delusion.

There was no kiss
When you sold me for thirty pieces of silver;

Instead, you said your farewell
With a twist of the blade
And a kick in the gut.