The Historical Atmosphere Poem by james watkin
The Historical Atmosphere
We breathe it all in; having first
No qualms in doing so;
The historical atmosphere; and
The least wholesome to know!
On calm days still seething for
An unfeeling repressiveness.
Dim not, yet through gods and fears
To its vile spell confess.
What up from carcass of empire
Has seeped; through all weather.
And here are we, vomiting up
Infectious disgust over!
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9/11/2025 2:14:58 PM # 1.0.0
Magnificently crafted in poetic expression......10+++
Thankyou so very much again.