Black Angels Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Did you hear horror speak?
The black angels
Glistening white
In the moonlight

But it was pitch dark.

The eyes of the Poet Seer
Twinkling slow
Slow
Slower

In the cinema of the brain
The waters rose
And fell
There
Were
Dreams
These
Were
The
Dreams

Horror
Was
At
Home
Playing
Its
Game
Against
Odds
Sundry….


Graves rose
Tombs froze
Sere leaves
Fell

How melancholic
Life be
In its shabbiness.

Look! Life wanted
Brilliance and
Glistening
But
Found
Shabbiness

In the cinema of the brain
The waters rose
And fell
There
Were
Dreams
These
Were
The
Dreams