Treasure Island

Emmanuel George Cefai

(12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

The Shroud from its nostrils


The Shroud from its nostrils
Exhales
The last gasp breath of the
Burning beach-sun
At Porto Ercole:
Though that was morning
And the sun was beating
Beating
Yet
The exhalation of the Shroud
Was at night on the beach
On Porto Ercole

Submitted: Sunday, October 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013
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