The Skeleton Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Skeleton



The skeleton
In the tall corridor
Knocked his glass
Half emptied
Against the wall.

The spider woke
This night
In the summer
Sweat and
Heat.

Long the bony
Finger
Fish-bone of magic
Witches' brew
And out.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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