Different Souls In Counsel Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I am in counsel.

With my different Souls
we
at a counsel table in
a council room
all ours
sit together.

We,
I and my alter-Egos
to each other speak
equivalent of the I
in monologue.

Our souls
jitter their teeth.

Still
we
I
here
I and my alter Egos
sit now in fear
now
reviving little:
discoursing grave
with anxious faces
there
is a heavy smell of
strong stresses
With my different Souls
we
at a counsel table in
a council room
all ours
sit together.