There Was A Ship Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There was a ship
Run aground in Porto Ercole -
There it was
Round the sound
Of the angry waves
Shone sacred tongues
Of ghosts and shrouds
Who whispered in
The night
Told to the winds that
Raged:
‘the time was once
And it was
Our time
But it be passed:
And
The light traveling
I do not stop from traveling
In a long continuum thin
Of white light:
I whispered to it
But on and on went
Then near its ear
With honeyed words
Spoke it
The same
The same.
The same.
I heard the ship
In Porto Ercole aground
On the pebbles grate
And the pebbles fearless
Hit back:
There was a ship
Run aground in Porto Ercole -
There it was
Round the sound
Of the angry waves
Shone sacred tongues
Of ghosts and shrouds
Who whispered in
The night
Told to the winds that
Raged
‘The shrouds bent head
The ghosts subconscious dream
Riddled with sound
The trembling skeletons
And bones occasionally
Fall off
‘The waters rise
The waters anger
But we
We ghosts and shrouds
And skeletons
From harm, from fear
Enjoy immunity.
Gone are the angst days
And the wires of stress
Torturing us.
I never got reward yet
Here I am
I am who am.'
Let waters rage
Let sacred winds
Blow as Zephyr wills
With angry face
Let thunder with old
Lightning be:
I never got reward yet
Here I am
I am who am.'