The Dire Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Dire
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The dire was roaming
The dire was hovering
In the airs
Over the marsh
To where the zigzagging
Farm road meandered
Right unto the edge of
The chalk cliffs
Low to the sea lapping.
The dire had a blank look
In the sunset.
In the dusk the dire
Had a face of hunger
More than the faces
Of hungry wolves
Benighted roaming.
More.
More than.
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: deafness
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