Tag: napoleon
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Wrists fissuring, soul fisherman
Contusions where a bracer sits Sutures circletting sawn wrists Sore, agonised with gifts. Squeezing to little movement In the humble office, abluting Below a blue and grey mosaic Of Roman Pluto threshing hay. What rooted this bruising What routed my armies In rash confusion Making me Napoleon. Elba, Saint Helena Or there adjacent Frosting my…
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Taking Under Advisement
Small, red-fleshed man sits Napoleon’s shoulder; destiny’s official Deigned command an Emperor, his missives success of missions, Ignore red man red fate endure, corpse of imminent boon grizzily hatcheted Russian factions lined like Risk troops, dice and action and warm jacketed. Breakfast chamber his tricorn tipped low, watery mush to the tip of the bowl…