Shunned

If it were the desert, the sun and heat would burn me.
If it were the Arctic, the ice and cold would freeze me.
But no, it a garden where no flowers bloom.
It is a nightscape without the stars, without the moon.

I am the goat strapped with pots and pans,
set loose to roam in no-man’s land.
And those I love, and those I loved
neither curse nor spit on me.
They turn their backs, pretend I’m dead,
and simply let me be.

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About Russell Smith

I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is also an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Natasha, Maxwell, Tigger and Nigel.
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