Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

My mother has descended
Bereaved me
I be a ghost walking
It's her anniversary
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We
We here gathered
We be all ghosts
And shrouds
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The fire is consuming
But
My brain mind
My brain mind it consumes not
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The Corner of the Ghosts
It
It will not go easily:
After all
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Look!
See!
It flares.
It flared
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Transmitter of Ideas
Emitter of Ideas
The Crowd will choose King
To its Crowd-Wisdom proportionate.
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Knights of shining
But in the dark
Yet in the dark
Collateral sounds to moving
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Blank
Walls of
Writing
Hand
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An effort
And
A line
A verse
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The world of so called
Weirdness
Think of I
And
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