Inhabitants Be Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Inhabitants Be



let us inhabitants be
of the night'

satyrs
satyrs
satyrs
forget-me-not
forget-me-not

we are not flowers,
yet.

the waters said that.

ear that floats
into a glass of poison
green absinthe in another
glass
rare sounds at night
hear, hear, hear.
the lizard shrieked
once but great

Monday, January 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life,magic,myth
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