Rat That Runs Slow Through The Vaults Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Rat That Runs Slow Through The Vaults



Rat that runs slow through the vaults
Underneath the city: look how many
Beetles red and black and antennae
Moving horribly; there one flies;
There one the other follows:
Is it rape?
And in the vaults the silence of the drops
Mysterious falls in to those deepening
Labyrinths.

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