Arise Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Arise
Open the dimming eyes!
Open!
Eyes are made to see
And you must see
To the very
Bone.

In
The humid
Soily
Graveyard
Tombs
And
Graves
Asserted
Their
Possessor
Rights
Nor
Feared
Day
Thought
Their
Pyramid
Rose
Erect
And secret-sacred
In
Deepest
Night

Lo! Time passes!
Look
At
The wrist
Watch
Time passes!
But
We
Have
Sworn
Not
To
Heed
Time
Not
To heed
Dusk
When it comes popping
Red through waning
Skies
Nor night that the
Heavens immense and
Treads the servient stars
Nor
Waking
Of
The day
Nor waking of the seas
The first stirrings
The relative end of dreams
When
The vessel of the sub-conscious
Leaves port
Re-enters
The conscious stark.

The
Whale
From
Its
Snout
Snorted
Waters
Into
The
Skies
Disrespectfully?
Ask the waters;
Ask the day;
Will they speak?
Light is on,
Now.

Come, my Monsignor
Come, take my hand.
We go.