The Stakes Are High To-Night

The stakes are high to-night
The moon was red
Though
To familiar white
Returning
And
In the alley and
Strait street
Off the end of
Saint Paul's Street
Sings silent
The music of the night
Baroque airy pianos
Of the roaming ghosts
And bone-clad skeletons
In the alley
And
In the street
This night
Just

by Emmanuel George Cefai

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