Birds, Strength Of Arm Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

birds.
strength of arm
eyes of deep depth
I look.
I look.
In your deep eyes
whole volumes
rise.
You
know them not,
the volumes
much less their content.
Yet
inside your brain
it is wasted and
wasting
but then
your deep, deep eyes...
those
tell of many, many things...
in them
are stored
the Parchments of the Sacred Flights
that went out flying
jumping
over here and there
all over Earth and Sea and Ocean
you went
you flew
and there
below was the quintessence
of knowledge
just for the picking.
Your eyes thook photos,
those deep, deep eyes
that tell as much
and yet
tell not as such.
you
boast not,
togas not bear,
not sit above in high chairs
teaching
yet
in that brain that
camera of photographs
that camera
be full of millions
yet to you
unbeknown except
in the sad meek flash of
the deep eyes.
You
have the seasons in you
subdued
and humble; yet
all packed in.
You
have the waters
and
you have the skies and heavens
inside.
You
have the chill, the frost,
the snows, photographed
else
transmitted in the genes.
you
have not institutions, parliaments, courts,
no, no...
but you sit there
quiet on the perch
in your delirium of song..
you sit
and those dark eyes of depths
that only we touched on
by way of example...
only that....
only that....
the waters sit in you
the clouds, their tales,
their whispers,
of the sit whereon
you rested first
panting
then more quiet made
your humble home
amidst the silent leaves.
you,
you birds,
you.
I came upon you
I was sad
And after looking
At the heavens above
Took a stone
Then another, then
Wrote in stone
By stone:
‘This, a Poet Seer,
The Poet Seer who sang as
Birds.
You
Who by rare chance
Come here,
Read, this stone
These verses below set
And
Know the depth of birds
And
We, we humans deeper
Hold
In us
The knowledge of the place
Acquired in the centuries
One by one
Wept upon
Sweated on
Into a sacrificial mound,
Listen, hear and learn
And then reflecting
Rise and go and do.'