I spent the morning watching Romulus sleep

tossing on the couch

before the smoke had cleared or

the sun had completely rose.

Remus had left earlier that night

and Romulus would shift and turn every few minutes

and I watched him, drifting in an out of sleep

What became of the She-wolf, I asked.

She never saw us after I created Rome,

said Romulus. Would Remus agree?

His arms were chiseled And I envied them.