The Arched Back Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The arched
Back
The xerophytes
Of thirst
Unslaked
Over the desert plains
Wide open plains
Big breasted rats
That skunk by
At night
Silhouettes and
Shadows grave
Better
Not to think
To bleak out
In such times
The lonely house
Deserted and
Towards dilapidation
Mourns
With wind
The old doors creak
They do not like
The fugue of winds
So desolate
They be already
Brimful to the heart
With desolation
They do not require more
No,
No they do not require
More.