“The Translators,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Joshua Edwards

THE TRANSLATORS

After reading about Caesar
And Pompey, we searched
Until we found a nearly perfect
Antique plate. Speaking

Of the unknown in simple
Language meant enlightenment.
Sitting around a large fire,
We ate something akin to cake

Served on that plate, drank
The last of our wine, and
Joked about how thin and
Shabby we have become.

Joshua Edwards

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