With The Bag-Pipes Come Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
With The Bag-Pipes Come
Come
With the bag-pipes come
Your mistress has been laid to tomb
And the sea-waters of the loch
Unsettled be increasingly
Now rigor mortis is begun
I saw the wild, wild eagle
With wings outstretched
Fly circle after circle
On loch, water, castle
Where your body lies
Stately in rigor mortis,
Monday, April 15, 2024
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