Lady Wrath Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

the sails
turned inside out


the lightning
and no thunder

but my eyes my
wild red eyes
shudder


the snail
is still out
in the dark
tonight
it has come out
to fade

because some things
want to fade?

open your sails
and fly: the bat
already so;
followed by a slow
owl
her terrain
scouring
no, no
you leave the nightingale
clamoring
pouring love notes

in the sky love-notes
lightning
but no thunder
but love notes

my brain
works thus.

my eyes
work thus.

gods - temples
these come
not often
but on rare days
the brain - Acropolis
gods - temples
not often
not often