Lady Isabella
by john clare
She lures me to her tamed embrace
Pungent aromas wafting over once wild ways
Civility feigned in her tolerance of the Muscovy
Far cries from the gathering of the Timucuan
Dugouts arriving to her unsettled banks
Drunk upon the black emetic around ceremonial
fires circling to face General Gaines invading warriors.
Ever so often a shaft hurls from the sky
As another fledgling Muscovy flies
Not from its own will
But in the clutch of the sreaming talons uncivil
Lady Isabella politely bows and nods
Pleased with the appeasing of her God.
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