Gladiators killed in spectacular fights for the amusement of the snorting populace and drugged Emperors and won favors of ***-hungry noblewomen and even the secret bed of the Empress; but gladiators too could not take life anymore and so took their own lives
one died on the seat of the latrine thrusting a sponge and stick into his own throat; another ran to the wheel of a huge speeding cart and pushed his head through the spokes; and 29 gladiators in their confines strangled one another each against the other no rope, no cloth, no weapons except bare hands and mutual consent
Gladiators entertained rowdy audiences dying to see man killing man or beast but in their own agony there were Gladiators glad enough to take their own lives…
poem written in between reading “On the Spartacus Road” by Peter Stothard