Emperor Of Thought Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Emperor Of Thought
Wanderer
In the fields and
Lanky realms of
Midnight hormones.
Night has come
The marches in the cemeteries
With torches and flambeaux.
A martyr
Slides
With wounds
Down to the floor
Blood
Red
Dripping from
Everywhere
Pity weeps
An assassin with open eyes
Dagger in hand.
My Monsignor.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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