Fever

As if she’d been on the battlefield 

glaring at the Emperor   his fiery coat flapping 

in the storm   his stallion reared 

                         on his hindlegs        

Napoleon is pointing towards the Alps 

eager to triumph  

 Marengo’s hooves shatter the frame 

Sweat smothers her body  

sheets cling to her skin  rocks 

roll  down the mountain  

as she watches   helpless 

her land overrun