Day Stirs Slow. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Day Stirs Slow.



Day
Stirs slow.

Already
The early cocks
Stopped singing

Already
The first birds
That chirped
Are throat-parched

Already
The sweet cool of freshness
Is
By the raw hands of uncouth
Sacrifice
Tainted

Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: day
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