Where Did He Bring The Pitchers Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Where did he bring
The pitchers
From the old of
Centuries?
P[resent
Them now
Now
In this night
In this cemetery
Drink
Drink
The cool, cool draught
Inside of them
You feel
That you have drunk
Yet you
Feel no wine
Between your
Teeth
Nor does your palate
Melt in the touch with
The famed wine:
The skeletons drank
And they laughed
Still
As the wise men
They had invited:
Polite. Not drunk
They became
The utterers of wisdom
And wise words:
Sailed by a ship
From the land of Osiris
By
Slow
The moon-goddess
Smiled cautious.
Next
Came the men from
Galilee
They were bearded
But little
And brought
The scent of holiness
With them
Thus full
The assembly
Throughout the night
Each with each
Chattered in the cemetery:
Dawn found them not