Mind What You Say, My Monsignor: Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Mind What You Say, My Monsignor:



Mind what you say, my Monsignor:
If you pass in vicinity of the port
Of old Valletta you will find
A hefty flight of ancient steps
You light on them but
The ancient bastion wall
Faces you in your travail:
A fairy magnet in the wall elevates
You and your feet tarry not
Nor hurry nor will complain of
Tiredness:
The last time that I passed I heard
With my own ears whispers
Step to step,
A hubbub of whispers – rather than voices
But still
I could hear the talking steps:
I heard them random as I moved my way
Up to the street and heard
Some sing a ditty, some tell
Of ancient knights and duels there
And of the unfortunates who fell
There and blood-stained those city steps:
Many a tale I heard telegraphically
For so they spoke and I was on my way
And two or three times only stopped to overhear.
So what I heard I heard most in passing.
Ah! These steps are as humans: so
My Monsignor should you pass there
Beware of what you say – the steps overhear!

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