Fingers For Sale Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Fingers
for
sale
fingers
for
sale
fingers
for sale
so
horned
the
Witches
in
the
strait
alley
in
old
Valletta

The waters are coming long
to-night.

See Ophelia lies on the waters
and looks at the stars
her heavy dress
regal lifts her
enough to buoy over
the friendly waters.

Silence.

Silence.

From behind a tree
A horned red head
peers up
pops up
suddenly.

Fingers
for
sale
fingers
for
sale
fingers
for sale
so
horned
the
Witches
in
the
strait
alley
in
old