Xavier, Barber Of The Principal City Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Xavier, Barber Of The Principal City
I,
I, Xavier, barber of the principal city
Three days ago Henry came in front of me
To cut his hair
To trim his beard
And receive compliments
As soon as he got up
Looked at the mirror
Rose
Thanked me and went up
Saluting out of my shop.
Just now
I,
I, Xavier, barber of the principal
City
Saw pass by
His coffin
Bearers
Mourners
Funeral
I,
I, Xavier just now
Just now as I speak.
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8/30/2026 2:20:55 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Nice story..poignant but beautiful narrative in first person singular. Singularity enchanting