The Way Of Horns I Choose Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Way Of Horns I Choose

The way of horns I choose
My blood told
It was in y blood
The first pace hurt my legs
The others more
The cock
It stride so much the
Low wall in front
Of the cemetery
But now at night
His ghost strides.

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