Echoed With A Hundred Caves Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Echoed With A Hundred Caves
Sub-conscious to the bone
The well of echoes
Echoed
Echoed
Echoed
With a hundred caves
And coves
That was sub-conscious
I hear
Without stopping
The unceasing screams
Of echoes of
Wells and caves
And coves
And ghosts:
In vain I shut my ears
With my hands
The unceasing screams
Tire not nor
Pity take:
Sub-conscious to the bone
This was the preferred Way
The living
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