Naked Tree Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Naked tree of suffering
Ghost of closed winters
And suffering houses.

For
All passes
All passes
All passes

That’s motion my Monsignor:
And in the mass universe
The wheels move on
Ruthless as tanks over people
And more.

The sea bubbling with anger
Almost in storm
The black boat’s waiting
See
The other shore is a city

The brain presides the
Intelligent confusion
For there be shifting,
Rattling
Shifting and rattling.

Multitudes arise with silver
Voices
That be over the sea bowels
And the water surfaces
And the cross clouds all wintry.

For
All passes
All passes
All passes