The Level Rock Of Pain. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Level Rock Of Pain.



Crucified
On the old hill
Above the open plain
The level rock
Of pain.

The chill
The frost of pain
That a whip wields
Made of dried figs
Sere

Crucified
On the old hill
Above the open plain
The level rock
Of pain.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: old age ,pain,verse
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