Right On The Edge
E
Emmanuel George Cefai
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Right on the edge
The cliff edge over sea
Tottering:
To himself humming:
Blew high
Blew loud the winds
The gale winds
Sang of north
And said ‘Jump!
The sea seethes waiting'
A detached arm
Shoved him down
And
In the orgy sump of angry
Waters
Disappeared
As vessels that sunk centuries
Ago
And this
Too was three hundred fifty years
From now.
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