Suppose That You Unclothed Lie And Hide In Veils Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Suppose that you unclothed lie and hide in veils
Your limbs dirtied these last years the more
You wallow pig-like in the loving mud:
You wear stiff necks in your conventionality.

You quote, you speak, your roar authority
And smoke your cigar to the face and laugh
In the casino where with your coterie
You sit and dance and eat and yawn and piss.

And then in high church with prayer-book
In hand you light the fire of your hypocrisy
The first flames light - away how high
It goes! Soon like a funereal pyre
The flames will reach full summit heights.

You glee to see me burn in that sour fire
Then your false pity your hypocrite lips
Moves with tears before all to see.