Breathing Slow Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Breathing
Breathing slow
Breathing heavy
A very Leviathan
He lay sleeping.

Tall as the beach
He lay on
Almost.

Careless he was
Of men humanity
And Earth:
Not aggressive
But
Just indifferent.

On the beach
He rolled
Lazily.

The sun baked him not
Nor when the sunset and
The dusk
Conspired chill.

Or when the night-shrouds
In his ears
Whispered.

They woke him not.
But
Still continued
He
Indifferent.

He deemed himself
The greatest Poet Seer
But asserted not:
He did not bother
Ever
To sing or versify.

Breathing
Breathing slow
Breathing heavy
A very Leviathan
He lay sleeping.