Behold The Dusk Extending Street To Street Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Behold the dusk extending street to street
And its wide fingers caress the Port skies:
Behold the dusk like a cloud of immensity
Sprinkle with somber red wherever it pass.

Soon will the hanging bat non-hang itself
From the sooty balcony-top adrift above
The sixth floor looking sideways to the sea
And soon the dusk air will
Be as an ocean high wherein it sails.

And in the dusk-red skies an immensity
Of stubborn silence holds – the sea
Without a wave all startled as with guilt
Overloaded holds or else in sympathy:

Down the old steps a pair of footsteps
From step to step the lingering silence break
And in the distance fade and in the past:

On high the eerie bat-cry sounds from time to time.