Swift Cathedral Of Alms Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

swift cathedral of alms
built amidst the roof
of palms of the high heavens
floating in the spaces and
rounds celestial.

amidst
the
hails
of
adrenalin
of
heaven
a
Chorus
sings

you see, you see,
this type of poesy
the verses fly, the
images gyrate and now
you here be another second
there
and yet
in a few seconds
everywhere.

I hear the sea-waves
swinging
and in their swinging
they be roaring:
roaring
up the caves
up the coves
up the low hills dark
and granite rocks
nocturnal.

hear!
Hear!
the cry goes round
A posse of bats
flies
low skimming the sea
enraged and calmed

you see, my Monsignor,
in a few verses
too
from civilization to
civilization
we go.