Oh Crying Isis
(A poem about Cleopatra)
Cleopatra is crying, the reason she’s said,
“My Caesar is gone, my Caesar is dead—
Another man’s wrath hath took him away,
Now I’ve no where to go and no where to play.”
Cleopatra is trying to cope with her fear,
“Why did Cease have to go? Who will care for me here?”
“He’s no really gone,” said Antony from Rome,
“He lives in Caesarion, your son who’s at home.”
Cleo then looked on the leader of great,
And schemed up a plan for Antony’s fate.
She put on her fold and dressed I full fashion,
To awaken in Tony a new-kindled passion.
Enobarbus, a friend, said, “Tony beware!
Her tears live in onions! It’s a trap! It’s a snare!”
Tony replied, “She’s cunning, it’s true,
But look at her bod! It’s a great looking view.”
“What about Fulvia, your wife and your friend?
I fear that this harlot brings life to an end.”
Antony said, “My heart full remains
To this woman of Egypt, her pleasure sustains.”
Lucius Antonious, Mark Antony’s brother,
Said, “Why has Pompey been keeping our mother?”
“I’ve been off at war, said Antony the brave.
Whence is the pearl? To the great queen you gave?”
“Alexas delivered the orient pearl.
It made the head of the great queen whirl.—
Now heed my advice, to you it is such:
I fear that you love this great queen Way Too Much.”
Enobarbus conveyed, “Sir, Fulvia’s dead.
And now you shall lie in your well-errored bed.”
“There’s a great spirit gone, Antonious cried,
I must give up this Egypt, who has tricked me and lied.”
Agrippa suggested, to Caesar his pal,
“Knit hearts as one, make your sister T’s gal.”
Octavious Caesar made his sister T’s bride.
And chose Ledipus, his friend, to stand by his side.
Now: Cleopatra is crying and mad with the knife,
For Antonious now calls Octavia … ‘Wife.’
“I’ll put on his sword, for he wore my clothes,
Then Antony chooses his friends from his foes.
“She sent out a spy and made him to talk.
Tell me—Stands she? Sits she? Does she walk???
“Agrippa shall pay for this ominous scheme.”
Vowed the great queen of Egypt, Isis the queen.
Thus started the war, which parted the ways
Of the leaders of Rome and all peaceful days.
Now Menas, (a menace) great thief of the sea,
Gave aid to Pompey, who said, “People, love me!”
But concluding the ways of this trivial war,
Lepidus and Caesar amongst them did soar.
Caesar exclaimed, “I’ve conquered the best,”
And, “I have no ears for Tony’s request.”
Tony saw Isis, now humbled and meek,
“My affection hath caused my sword to be weak.”
“What of my gold?” said Cleopatra in fear.”
“Oh give me a kiss and fall not a tear.”
But Isis, the queen, cared more for her land,
And departed to Caesar to kiss on his hand.
Enabarbus then spoke of valor and reason,
And went unto Caesar to work for a season.
Antony, alone, was now filled with fury,
And he begged unto Eros, “Kill me! Please Hurry!”
But Eros thus failed at his master’s request,
And Tony himself thrust the sword in his breast.
After this news reached the ears of the queen,
The soothsayer spoke, — “Just as I have foreseen.”
Cleopatra then said, “My Anthony’s dying,”
and thus was a tantrum of screaming and crying.
Aft Tony’s death, when respects had been paid,
Isis bade Iras, (her servant and maid):
“Please bring me an asp concealed in a fig,
Tell Charmain: our graves tonight shall we dig.”
And so it is such, a great serpent’s bite
Determined the life of this beautiful kite…
In Egypt the queen now wailed when she cried.
… And thus is the story of how Cleo died.