In The Coppice
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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In the coppice
A mist of ancient oxygen
With it combination
Followed on the heels other
Combination
In the coppice
The breeding ground
The nest
Of
Shifting and rattling
In the coppice
The fire of the angered Souls
Burns dim,
Then grows
And spreads growing.
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