Ode to Brutus: Comes now this lion, true, a lion in winter, yet a lion still, dark mane with fire in his throat. The earth trembles, truth, his fangs; indignation, his claws. Though he has trod the African veld for 80 summers, his fangs and claws still humble his prey. Though they are many, his roar sparks terror lest the slumbering village awakens.
These commentaries are recorded by Noelle Hanrahan of Prison Radio.
