Poem: The Ides of March

The Ides of March

Unaccustomed to the civilities of high tea
we picked at our three tiered sandwiches
and let our conversation wander to the named days:
Pi Day, preceding the Ides of March.
Gone are the days of cryptic soothsayers;
now we have scientific hypotheses, cause and effect,
domino by domino, clacking down train tracks.
Nevermore will Oedipus and Jocasta sin,
no longer will we call on Odin's fury.
No - life now consists of Earl Grey
and double Devonshire clotted cream,
organic and sustainable, scientifically justifiable.
The Ides of March have come and gone.