Napoleonic Ambitions

By Kyle Brandt-Lubart

Like a dagger drawn before

You can see the whites of their eyes

A malcontent mist gathers forces

Particulates aligned by entropy 

Descend on the rotunda

A fully formed reflection 

Of man’s most infectious needs

Doesn’t stop to hear the sermon

Before the bayonet charge

They are guests in a foreign land who

Crush seeds underfoot

In the name of carnivorous showmanship

Left gnawing on bones

Denied the choicest bits

How to fiend for nourishment

Didn’t need to be taught

To fallow field tenders

Who grew tired of wait your turn

They chant glory be as

Disposable heroics earn 

Cheap paper ribbons

To celebrate the empty shell of victory

Claimed on scorched Earth

Without treatment or salve

The burned follow the blind

Who follow the hungry

As they march into howling winter

Insatiable for power’s contorted shadow


Kyle Brandt-Lubart (she/her)  is a poet, visual artist, and Licensed Clinical Social Worker who resides in St. Louis, Missouri, USA. Brandt-Lubart works full-time, providing free therapy services to uninsured and underinsured individuals living with mental illness. She was a St. Louis Regional Arts Commission Community Arts Training Institute Fellow from 2017-2018. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Vita Brevis, Agapanthus Collective, and MoonInk Tanka Poetry Anthology, and she was selected as a Dear Butte writer-in-residence for Fall 2021. She is co-author/illustrator of the chapbook, It Made A Sound, which is due to be released in Fall 2021.

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