Dujo did as Dujo would,
And more impressively, he did what no others could.
He was quicksilver, at odds with the land,
Physics could not explain his semi-solid stance.
He went where he liked, and took on whom he pleased,
No form of confrontation could be used to conform him.
He was the authority’s poison; toxic to the touch.
Anarchy was his specialty, and he was employing it without regard.
The masses did join him, as their cult hero he was,
And the collapse of a civilization he soon brought about.
For centuries more, he continued to play,
And now, millennia after his death, we are still intrigued by his reign.