The Bat Ii Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Bat Ii



The Lover Bat
it eats the time
it eats its pain
it eats its suffering

the lover bat
it has a bat
it loves

though
winter comes
it does not
in the least
fan low that lover-flame
that summer lit
and autumn fanned
and winter made more lit:
no, no lover bat
you
couple
the flames high, still high,
do blow, do grow.

Thursday, October 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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