Landscape Raw
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Landscape raw and
Plains furrowed by the flow of
Ancient rivulets and ancient streams
They have dried
No longer
Over the sea-cliff ride
And then falling immense
Depths
No longer
Slide
The night dews the supreme and
Sacrificial thirst
Only bless.
Bless, not cure -
In the thirsty rock
There grows the ancient song
That song
Which pains the heart with
Its contagious pain
Xerophytes and cacti rise
To demonstrate
Prevalent thirst and
Prevalent suffering:
Ancient and raw
The way ahead
To evolution-future
After all
In pain of martyrs
And such sufferings.
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