un avec dieuA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonfrom the point of view of napoleon bonaparte.
feet upon mountaintops,
eyes level with god's great throne, i breathe the aroma of heaven and i scowl-- still-coursing blood makes a finer perfume. the wondrous burning souls of les paysans du monde-- the peasants of the world-- dance in the timeless emeralds of my crown. i throw kings into their own kingly hell; the nobles i save for dinner. the world to the east of me sleeps in a nest of embers. to the west-- a defiant's paradise yet to breathe imperial air. i shall have it. i shall reap what god has sown. © 2011 Daniel AtkinsonAuthor's Note
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