Bay Of Echoes Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In
The bay of echoes
There are small coves
And caves
Not a large bay
But how many
The caves and
Coves!

You will not
Whisper
But
Hear the coves
And caves
Chirping
And
Uttering.

Not even a reed
The humblest grass
Will escape
From the orchestra
Of spies and
Informers:
A rustling of lizard
And
The screeching of a snail
Will be reported.

And if a Poet Seer
Coming by
Determines to chant
And sing?

Ah! then
There will be another
Hell
But not of burning fires
But
Of
Burning voices
Or just
Let’s assert:
Another Babel