Waterloo (Consequences) Poem by Pierre Rausch

Waterloo (Consequences)



Grief, mourning,
And the army began
His end had been (all shadows)
His life was night
Will add, which is strange
Directing his steps towards the densest part
Blacked by the soot of the incendiary
But probably well founded
Mad grief, longer conscious of
War World I
The shops were open there
The gas was burning under
The arcades
Near there, there were 'assemblages'
The shops were open again
On the road to anywhere
If we are to believe a tradition
As for the Bourbons,1823
A comrade of the galley
The flour is no fault of ours
On the road to somewhere
Seafaring as consequence
And the army began
It's repercussions
Didn't go into Politic
On the road to anywhere
The Emperor had been the first
Entering the field of battle
To reconstruct our church
West, pack
On the road to anywhere
For force and for adventure
A cockade
A grape must be gathered
No tumult in Paris
On the road to anywhere
Mourning, grief
The village, he had studied
That coffer was too small to contain
That he had simply studied in Holland
On the road to anywhere
No one was watching her
Army began
The happiness of playing with a doll
On the restaurant places
Megaera
Pointing to the Megaera
No one had seen her, except the traveller
On the main place
'Let me alone! '
40 Dollar graph
On the road to anywhere
In the ecstasies of possession

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