Et lui dit: je te donnerais toutes ces choses, si tu te prosternes, et m’adores. de Matthiew 4:9

3. Pocahontas

Pocahontas, shiftless, lean

Growing in the grades of green

Blending bare with bark of brown

Swift and sudden, seldom seen

Pocathontas in the dew

Couter chere et couter peau 

Less than brazen, more than brass

House of chamomile hue.

Pocahontas, traitor-trashed

Wash your feet and take the mass

Pocahontas dreams in white

Beating on the broken glass.

Lying lying with the logs

Hidden from the gaze of gods

Blowing soft albino clouds

Giving narcissistic nods.


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