If you could be a “fly on the wall” anywhere and at any time in history, where and when would you choose?

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When I read the daily post today I was eating one of the fresh figs, that I had just bought in the market.

I always think of the emperor Augustus when I eat a fig, as it’s rumored that he died after eating figs poisoned by his wife as they hung on the tree in his garden.

It wasn’t long before I felt a poem brewing and so …

A Fly on the Imperial Wall

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If I could be a fly on the wall

at any point in time,

I’d travel back to Imperial Rome

for to see an Imperial crime.

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The line of Augustus was changed , it’s said

by Livia‘s dastardly deeds,

as she cleared a path to her husband’s throne

for her own obsessive needs.

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To see her son rule over all

was her deepest hearts desire,

but even when he was first in line

of the wait she started to tire.

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Augustus soon became unwell,

his food he feared to eat.

Figs from his trusted garden tree

became his only treat.

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They say that Livia snuck outside

with some poison that she kept,

and painted the figs that hung there,

as her fearful husband slept.

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It may be true, it may be not,

but as a fly with stealth,

I’d creep along that garden wall

and find out for myself

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Here’s a shot of my treasures from the shuk …

Fly on the Wall

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