Desert Hill Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the desert hill
plained low-lying
bushes
all
around
yet
from
each
other
distant
approximately
evenly.

a snake
passed
slipping
round
one
bush
and
other

for
these;
these
be
sacred
bushes
Minerva herself
came
from
the
heavens
for
them
to sprinkle
with sacred waters

ordinary
bushes
that sacred be.

they piss themselves
in the orgies of
the night
in mists and
animals of night
and dances
and
rattling of
the skeletons...
till half an hour
from
the beginning of the Dawn
the beginning of the Dawn
the echoes of the
sea waves and sea waters
up to Ocean voices...
sea voices of the Dawn
whispering..