Cemeteries Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

who has not been to cemeteries
must issue from this ball!

who has not loved red dusk
must clear from the way!

who has not loved black night
please leave this dance.

FOr gruesome be this dance and
behind masks are all.

Mask to mask, hand in hand
occasional, all dance

without a sound, without a
word, all stare, all dance.

an orchestra of hedgehogs
also in masks, they play

drawling sounds and slow
at night, from sun and light away

for even the stars dark this night
obscure their light from bright

and clouds hover in heaven and in sky
while under gales pass by.

and the society of night continues on
and melts at the first Dawn!