Then, Then Again The Eerie Voice Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Then, then again the eerie Voice
That dread
Spread through its nasal microphone
Chanted again as if by sheer programming:
'Be merry sirs, no human sees
Hum hum around like nightly bees
Or like the crickets on the summer nights.
But merry be.
The waters trickle.
The gutters full.
Slope the water-rains.
The heavens open remain.
Rain falls.
Thunder opens white in rage
its mouth.
Then vibrating Earth
it sounds.
One after another Light
after Light
the Thunder goes.
One after another Sound
after Sound
the Thunder goes.
And the day is in throes.
The red dusk fled.
Throne has been left
Into the hands of night.
Be merry, Sirs, the storm
Has ushered humans in:
To their warm hearth and home
And most now sleep profound
Go round, round and round
For no human espies
Long, long and far
the Dawn be; your faces
have many hours to whiten
with pale fear of new Dawn and Day.
Be merry, dance, round
and round,
without a sound, silent,
ghosts and shrouds, animal,
bust and All, dance, merry be:
The storm will last as long
As the night be with me.'
So said the Voice then stopped.