Emmanuel George Cefai
Jittered The Skeletons - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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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