While wand'ring through the Colosseum,
Mortal combat's mute museum,
Suddenly, I chanced to see
A fax machine, a detainee
Of ancient times, an enlistee.
I plugged it in, to my surprise,
On pressing "PRINT," before mine eyes,
A message did at once appear
In Roman letters, bold and clear:
"AVE CAESAR! NON DISPUTANT ,
MORITURI TE SALUTANT ."
Wond'ring at this strange divide,
That transcended time and tide,
My feelings then were not denied;
I shed a tear for those who died.