Interlude
Napoleon the Second died today,
albeit back in eighteen thirty-two.
He had no truck with men like Soult or Ney,
but died too young to form a proper hue.
Would he have thrown a million lives away?
It ultimately matters what we do:
the world can disregard the dross we say,
and slaughter would begin again anew,
since ego , by its nature, seeks out prey:
the third Napoleon stood in the queue!
Copyright © Michael Coy | Year Posted 2025
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