Raw Owls Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Raw owls
Cooing and ageing
Speaking slow stopping
Starting again as
Threads of golden wisdom
Drop
A life line to our Earth
Bring the Babel translator
Or similar machine:
The wisdom must be writ down in
Our books
The wisdom must be kept in our
Records
Their wisdom must our new civilizations
Conceive.
I,
Poet Seer ageing and tired
Turn over the pages of my book
But close it not as yet
As yet
The magic of our ancient wands
To hold
To keep
To be
Life line to our Earth that
Needs so much:
Lifeline to our civilization
That breathes a little low
Now.