The Shroud From Its Nostrils Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

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

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