I Stocked. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I Stocked.



I stocked.
I stocked the Food of Life
I
Hoarder.
But then how many be not hoarders?
And how many not disappointed be
By and through the Pain of Hoarding
As the temporary end of the Ever Tunnel
Near We.

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