Ode to Antony

Antony fought like ten,
roamed the prodigal streets,
gambled his talents,
married Fadia, Antonia, Fulvia and Octavia,
and besieged Brutus for lacking
what Antony swore to his general:
loyalty.

He conquered others, moved men with speech,
but desire defeated him drop by drop,
breaking the stone that was Caesar's second,
the desire for funds, for lovemaking,
for all that feeds
the importance of a man.

Had he hung his head once,
had he not picked the best blooms,
angered those administering the nation,
would he have been the lesser, indeed,
could he have been Antony?