Hastings Gardens Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Hastings Gardens
A chariot
White
Made up of
Nets of bones
White
Bones
Slow
Up
The
Hill
Then
In
Front
Of
Hastings Gardens
Stops.
Issues a bone
And
Then
Another
And
Another
Enter
Through the
Iron doors.
Step after
Step
Round
Hastings Gardens
Go
All night
Till dawn be
Bastion light
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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