Five Masks At A Quiet Table Poison Sipped
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Quiet
Table
Quiet in
The burden heavy of mill stones sad
And crushing.
They smiled though they Poison Sipped.
Glad
Said One
The Soul that Poison sips!
And
Yet another said: That yet be relative
As All in All
The Other Masks spoke not Till I stayed and
Watched.
And
Still Continued the Five Masks
As at a Quiet Table Poison sipped.
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