Lying alone on a hill, in a grotty part of town, in a park

I looked into the sky and saw huge in the clouds

the leader of Rome from two thousand years ago

Caesar Augustus stood in the sky

mighty, powerful, robed in purple and wearing the leaves of power

golden sceptered and crowned.

He looked not at me, but at the world and said

‘All things made from dust return to dust, even Rome’

A strong wind blew up and leaves, paper and the clouds rushed away.

Caesar was gone.

A bird landed nearby in a tree and the sky became clear and blue.