Hurled Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Hurled
Hurled
Hurled
I heard large rocks hurled
And grating.
Ah! in to the Sub-Conscious
You hear such things!
Even I heard ringing
In the distant past
Ringing of bells and
The Red Square and Kremlin.
In that deep trance
You will not ask or query
From where this or that
Came.
You will be woken
Only
By giant noises
as
Hurled
Hurled
I heard large rocks hurled
And grating.
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