Romulus

The whelping bitch gave us her teat.
And we, of Mars and vestal born,
and water shed,
wolfed down the milk inside
of it.
And strengthened so,
we lived lupine, wood-cocked,
all feral, at the start
but grew, when crooked and shepherded,
to be two men
god destined at first
to roam
and rape,
and then unseat
usurpers from their thrones,
until, before the Palatine,
bird signed,
I drew a citied circle on the earth
and placed upon myself the mark of Cain.