Bony Skeleton Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Bony skeleton
that's I
In my sub-conscious
I cease temporarily to
versify
and dream.

Ah! to dream may it be
to versify!
Will it so!
And to versify to dream!
Will so!

the bladder on the rocks
screamed with circling
sea-gulls: the mists
rose as in Amsterdam
or vales deep in the dawn
and early morning

Let me point my finger to
you that's bony.

I saw too an obese
skeleton
and it was clanking
clanking.