O Wound That Red Opens And Gapes.
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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O wound that red opens and gapes.
Still restless as a wild tsunami.
The red flesh still beats, beats, beats.
The heavens roll their eyes.
The ruins of the ancient temples
The bastions and salty stones shudder.
The red eyes of the Poet Seer circle
Around the dark or erudition.
Mute the painting sits and gapes.
Dawn hides behind the curtains.
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