Blessed The Dust Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Blessed the dust
That fell off from the sandals
Of the bearded missionary off
The town that banged
The town-doors after him:
The sacred cow
They saw floating in the
Heavens
And pigs fat and fleshy
Without wings
Floated high too:
The waters of the river
Next to the town whispered
Amongst themselves
Floating on the trirems of
Small clouds
That melted in the sundry
Mists:
That sang the song of solitude
For the night
This night