Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Water indifferent
Not noble
Neither sacred
But so-called common, liquid common
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Trees were walking, walking
Down
From the high hills
Of the gradient slippery
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Wonder not, then the graves are shaking
The lids are opening
Coffins creaking
Opened by the brawny hands of muscled Spirits.
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The spire
Over the other buildings
As to a dragon
Breathed fire.
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As to a flame in the wind
Wavering
I stand now.
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The wind like unto the sea
In
Out
Here
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The sea is rough
Today
The sea be raw
Today
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I saw the skeletons
Mask less brazenly
For after all
Why need a mask?
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Upon the heath desolate lay I
As the lyre strung
As the fallen bird
Stunned:
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Verse after verse
The corpus of verses
The body of my own verses
I shall on it feed
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