And Then The Silence. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

After the silence
Broke a Voice
And said: 'lament
Be our lust for evolution;
Yearning the itching
Of our hands for evolution'

And
Then this Voice was drowned
In to a hubbub of equal
Voices, logical contraries
Yet
Moving all the same
Together.

The train hooted
Hooted
As it advanced
Flying
Through a wood
Therefore
Flying through
The trees
The shirts of agony
Pale faces.

A squirrel
High up came
And looked
Heard the hooting
Looked down
Giddying.