Country Throes
E
Emmanuel George Cefai
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Through the country throes
The water torrents in
Night’s desperate storm
It goes
Bursting the field walls
Dancing
At lightning
Eager for fighting
The bending violets and
Flowers that
Into the earlier dusk
Shivered all wet
With the dusk dews that
On them cruel fell
Haunting those silent-growing
Glooms as with a spell!
Clutter of voices
Under a broken field wall
A posse of hedgehogs in
Council.
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