The Port Hoots Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Port Hoots
The Port Hoots
the port hoots
and over the fort rise the wave
of the wish spume
occasional
the winds blow more
more lusty the
more satisfied
the drear closes in
the more
in heavens and in sky
and from the small church
comes groans of moaning
misery
yes! misery for drear and misery
on Earth there be
no wonder the port hoots
though it be night
the port hoots.
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