Emmanuel George Cefai

(12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

Criteria For Release


Criteria for release
From the spell of the Moon
The round and yellow moon
That was of yesterday
The yellow Moon that
Froze
The flesh and bone and blood
Of all these silent humans
Into statues as of stone
Deep into silence.
The criteria were
Lumped in a musty document
Rolled up
Into the heavens and bound
By threads of intermittent gold:
Dawn must be invoked
By holy monks all night
This night
To break the spell and
Move these humans
To blood and bone
De-freeze them.

Submitted: Friday, May 23, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 23, 2014

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  • Patti Masterman (5/24/2014 9:26:00 AM)

    Wow it's like a reversing spell to make us all human again. (Rumi said a human all full of
    meat and drink is like a statue, a husk..) The dawn-invocation of the monks..perfection. (Report) Reply

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