Ilya Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

you are frightened, Ilya,
small child of blue eyes
mirror of heavens provided
that
you open your eyes:
then you see
heavens and the Earth
alternating in competition
a beast with flesh of
prey still in its mouth
still bleeding with
blood dripping.....

round about the day
there rotate the divisions
of the cemetery and
the smell of burning...

you are frightened, Ilya,
small child of blue eyes
mirror of heavens provided
that
you open your eyes:
then you see
heavens and the Earth
alternating in competition.