Dirge Of A Spirit Lost In Woods Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Dirge Of A Spirit Lost In Woods
In wombs of three woods
United though separate
Moved the Lamenting Spirit
Of laments walking full
He half-spoke half-sang
Sad
Rattled
The skeleton bones as he
Moved and trod
A rare inhabitant in that environment
Though it was night
And
Bended were the pregnant bows
And moved half-slanting to the floor.
Loud moans, heart-rending cries occasional
Made the airs silent weep
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