Tutmoses gazing ‘cross the Nile
saw your image on the water
Cleopatra held Caesar’s hand
and kissed it by your light
Nero plucked his lyre
while you shined on burning Rome
Did Mehmet look upon your face
atop the walls of Byzantium?
You shined that night
on Santa Maria
and when they came for Atahualpa.
Watched the Sioux ghost dance
and the Mahdi pray outside Khartoum.
Cixi sat in her pavilion, drank tea and reminisced.
Did your visage ache the doomed
along the Volga that Christmas?
Watching countless Romeos
caress the breasts
you shined on me as well tonight.
Am I one with the infinite?