Ennui Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Ennui is of us
Ennui
Ennui is within
It need no horse
Of Sinon.


The waters move
But then
The ripples fired
Return
Sooner or later
To their shabby starting

You
Will say it be cycle:
Cycle it be
But you see my Monsignor
In every cycle
There he
Quantum of shabbiness relative.

Yet turn the coin:
In every cycle too
When the erection
Takes place
Under
The
Promptings of fire
And mixing desire
With desire
Then the cycle, every
Cycle too
Is a burning fire
Prometheus sees and smiles
What will you do, my Monsignor?

For
Ennui is of us
Ennui
Ennui is within
It need no horse
Of Sinon.