Poem: A Change in the Weather / Le Plus Rapide que Nous Dansons, la Plus Lentement le Bateau Coulera

Fallen tower

Fallen Tower, copyright 2016 Russell Smith

The violins came up. We began to dance.

Macabres visages les mignons de France-

The men as girls and girls to men

C’est vrai, mes amies, Le Bal des Ardents

The flames, the smoke, the smell of flesh aflame

Ah, dits donc, tout les enfants du monde sont condamnés

It’s a crime. It’s a sin, a low-down dirty shame.

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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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