Ode to an Englishman

By shellatreille | returnsyourgazeart | 4 Feb 2020

Ode to an Englishman

By Shelley M. Latreille

Gory wretched lies fly past my face
Every time I see them it happens
They have all planned this oblique conspiracy
Roaring winds tear at my bloated flesh
Old planted trees I’d like to uproot
Girthwise thunderstorms rumble placidly from below me
Aging again and again without any overture
I wish to annihilate all their bastardness
Next time it shall be my curses
Ending their lives instead of my soul

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shellatreille

Artist, Photographer, Writer, Creative Innovator, Website / Graphic Designer, & Human Resources Manager in Orem, Utah. I enjoy learning new things, traveling to historic, paranormal, & abandoned places, rock hounding, museums, technology, & the abstract.

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