The Shroud Of The Brandy Bottle Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Shroud Of The Brandy Bottle



Amidst the graves this night
the Shroud with a Brandy Bottle

It wields the bottle in its
hands,
drops fall.

From grave to grave the Shroud
totters, sometimes resting laying
hands on a cross or monument.

The moon looks on, surprised.

Other shrouds pass by, and groan
craving the Brandy Bottle.

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