First Line Was Enough For Verse
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Blossomed sweat of horror in the trench
Of fear, yellow Fear.
March - trudge - march…
And horrid echoed goblin laughs.
And eerie the cries up of the night wolves.
That bayed in simultaneous choruses to the moon
Their snouts were haunted.
There was a Fire in the Bull
That was night - and dark -
And burning wavering
And burnt even on Edges of the Dawn
From stars and moon, from Night.
A few words, Sir, is All I say
Yet that few be Primitive and Genesis
First Line the genesis of more Verse.
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