Crucified On The Old Hill Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Crucified On The Old Hill



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.

Monday, February 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,pain,verse
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