Monsignor You See? Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

You see, my Monsignor
The transferring bit by bit
Part by part
Of civilization from the
Realm of the Conscious:
The Sub-Conscious in as direct
Proportion grows.

You see, my Monsignor,
Our constancy with dusk
And night and stars
And moon, and dark,
Silhouettes and caves,
And coves and caverns
Echoing:
With satyrs, fauns,
Graces and nymphs,
Mists, magic and beauty
Separate and combined
And all the rest:
Read my lines
Chant my verse and
Know the list –
You see, my Monsignor.

You do not speak, my Monsignor
But hear always
Attentive in the ear:
Think so profound
Dream in the sub-conscious
Smile at the civilization
Alternative
My Monsignor.