With Sweat From My Head
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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With sweat from my head
I roamed
I foamed
As the wild boar
As the thunderous ox
As the roar of the lightning
As the Voice of the heavens
With courage of
Bastion walls
And the tidiness of precision.
Little
Groans
Burst
From
My
Mouths
Bubbles
Of
Blood
And
Water
To-night I will be better
Albeit by little
Than the past night.
I will.
I will.
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