Jittered The Skeletons Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Jittered The Skeletons



The human held the Christmas glass in hand.

Half-drunk in that day of celebration
he was dark sad and blue faced.

And darker was the Poet Seer.

Though Christmas bells and tunes tolled in streets

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