Emmanuel George Cefai
Bad Smells Tobacco-Clouds That Rise - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
bad smells tobacco-clouds that rise
continually from earth unwanted;
the earth stinks - we are on it, condemned!
The globes of white light that shine
White in the evening serenade by Hastings
Taut thin and earthy shine and raw:
Hours will pass - till they start flickering
And waning at the touches of the dawn.
I think I saw green goblins on the walls
Of the high bastions - in the night
The owl unruffled in its feathers slept;
The nightingale hath refused to sing
The ants in mourning garb funereal crawl.
The earth stinks - its wounds will never close!
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