From The Giant Book Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

From the giant book
He rose to address the waiting crowds:
‘I heard the waves of the sea
And they spoke to me:
Not long
Not long remains
No
No
The Writing on the Wall has been Writ:
Behave as not long remains
There is a Limit; the Feast
Till has its seductions
The better to seduce
It hides the Writing on the Wall
It smiles and laughs, though inward
Green.
At least what we have to Now
And to find way to transmit
This our knowledge as deem fit'