Monologue Of Night-Lamp Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Clank,
clank,
this night how slow
it passes
as the other
nights
yet
how
I
yearn
for every
second
not
to
pass
pray Motion to stop
to cease at last.

How many nights!
I looked
I saw
I heard
whispers
murder
conspiracy
love
sex
figures hurrying down
and
disappearing.
How many nights!


Centuries brought that to
me.

And centuries still remain to me
despite my rust.

Clank,
clank,
this night how slow
it passes
as the other
nights
yet
how
I
yearn
for every
second
not
to
pass
pray Motion to stop.