Wounded
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Wounded
In
The
Head
The
Snake
Of
Beauty
Reeled
Glided
Rapid
Through
The green
Of
Grass
Snake
That
Drops
Blood
Drops
As
It
Glides
The
Belly
Screeches
But
The
Sound
Be
Silent
The
Stars
Looked
Surprised
And
Stern
Below
Them
Look
Watched
The
Drops
Of
Blood
Glittering
Glimmering
As the sea waters
And the lakes
By the snow mountains towns and villages
Nocturnal
Glimmering
Of
Quiet
Cavern
Airy
Of
Shades
And
Ghosts
And
Rattling
Skeletons
Night
Of
The sward
Where
Helmet on
The soldier
In
Armor
Passed
And
Passed
And
Walked
Faceless
Of
Iron
Faceless
In
The
Iron
Wealth
Of
Solitude
And
Silence
That’s the night
That was
Last night
yesterday
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