Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

The air-wafted smells brought me
The smells of putrefaction
Sweet putrefaction, my mother!
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Those who made you suffer
I
I ask forgiveness today
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Then
In to the night pray
If thunder you will roar
Roar gently:
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Was last night
Afraid of curdled ghosts?

The shrouds roamed freely.
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My mother
Bring to my mind light
To my heart warmth
To my health breath
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In the island of the pelican, the gods
Throw dice as they play.
Here and there they see
The motion of chance
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Wave after wave
The ghosts of today
The shrouds of yesterday
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I will rest me here. Let the wind
Neigh, the tempest carry
Before them the heaven-clouds
And all is frowning.
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Bones
Bones that rattle
Skeletons whose few
Remaining teeth tremble
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I am a broken reed
And
The cruel winds blow
More and more
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