Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

The heart
The fire
The pain melting in ire
The sigh
...

The charnel house
It burns
It burns tonight.
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Let not Beauty grow dry

Let not Beauty wither
And her head bend
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The cold lips of the moon
They be dry
And wry
Tonight
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The pill of poison
Sputum of the horror
Of depression sighs.
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The steps
One after one
Ascend
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Light celestial colored
Turns round
And around
And round
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Blue lips that tremble
Though it not be cold
Though chill does not pass by.
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Even in a field

Even amongst Flowers
There so many that hold
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Even as a Cock
Standing.

But it be mute
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