Anger Hangs Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Whilst anger hangs on boughs
Where does hatred hie?
I saw hatred hie
Into a thorny cave and
Stealthy hie
As the Figure of Judas passed by.


Vale on vale, mountain
That rings with cow-bells,
Climbing, to the dense
Clouds ever-reaching
Ever-nearing
To the dense clouds
To the dense clouds

Corn bending for
It was night; the waters
Were lusting; the little
Snow that was left
In the highest peaks
Was melting.


Ovum and egg of civilization
The brain begetter too
Master-general self-appointed
Yet as of merit
Not lacking
Though
In ever-need of ever-increasing
Forces.

Again
I saw the Figure of Judas
It does come but be gone
As soon as it comes –
Seconds – light flashing
And going and tempest rains
That peter down on
Roaring tempest gales and
Bursting clouds
Roaring lightning
Ever
Till a wide-smiling rainbow
The cruel patch-work
Sever.
And night on parallel train
Voyages to
The end.
As Dawn begins, begets
Her light and smile
And waking and tempest-vanishing
Too
Be on the same train
Parallel.