Last Chance Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

1-in the last chance
let me at least some
joy
that when lips move
not
I will at least
at last
have some joy in
the face:
help me
help me.
2-the thoughts as in a
body live
of flesh and bone
at home
with the emotions
thrive
let
there be no wall
between them
for
indeed they inter-transform
they shift and rattle and
be life
3-in the changing mood
of things
there's the match that
lights
the fires of life
the fires Promethean
the will of iron forged
from so-called
weakling fire and semi-molten
particles
and all be relative
O Earth
O Mother Earth
4-can we
term life a book of chapters?
would you like
to sail through a book of chapters?
Then
you must have chapter after chapter.
For me
I had chapter after chapter rallying
against dissolving hostilities of
life.
To life.
the wild weasel in the throes
of breath
it closed its eyes slow indeed
chapter by chapter
5-tiger of light
tiger of life
tiger of currents
electrical and wave
shocking and
stinging
of life
to life
tiger
your eyes be as
rocks that battle the spume and waves
that for decades every night or day
or almost climbing erode
salty and stealthy
the hard rocks
endowed from genesis
kissed by first Dawns.
6-when the lips beat
together in a frightened
grip
then
that's where
light
the last fires of life that
were reserves
they will slow
fall
as houses crumble slow
beneath the onsets of the
scratching winds.
the time beat on its bosom
frightened and enraged
simultaneous
O Earth
O Mother Earth
7-on its bare bosom to the wind
Freedom that came with Dawn
torments herself in pain
and suffering:
she saw
a little after Dawn with
a God-like view
how the drear Earth
albeit
that the lower dogs of Earth
had been released
and
the smaller fires
lighted on.
Still pain, still suffering
taught
and propped
Earth to hobble and survive.
8-there be the Dawn
the shout
the scream
this Dawn was not
as other Dawns
it had in it
fragrance and scents
of other days of
dross and drear:
even
the dogs beneath the
statue of the Day
they woke not
too
but in safe sub-conscious
they slumbered on.
the waters became
twilight though
the day was just
beginning.
O Earth
O Mother Earth
9-9-Merciless swung the day
the Day of Wrath was
nearing
already I human cadaver was
surfeiting with tongue
outstretched:
popped out my eyes.
My brain
still sovereign
untouched
within its ramparts and its
bastions went:
the charge was strong
the charge was hostile
together
let us go to touch the wreath
the laurel wreath not
of Poet Seers, my Monsignor,
but of blood suffering
and tinged red.
the door half-closed
the door half-open
a Pandora's box
the house of it is I
the Poet Seer -
that's why half-open I
be Pandora's box.
10-a twitching road
here and there
running up the hill
to where
the Fountain of Life Waters
flourished
up and down
the waters fell:
in them
the scroll of Principles
where writ the Principles
of life and of Immortality
was transformed long
ago:
long ago
the scroll was mass and
now
energy flowed as through
the streams that went
up and down
the Fountain of Life Waters
up the hill
and mazing roads to
it.
O Earth
O Mother Earth
O Mother
11-Open your eyes: scent
the Principles
there was a church
at night
its doors were open
and there were
dim lights:
and censers swinging
and scents and smoke
unto the grimy ceilings
rising:
the dreaming brain
of sudden found
a fat wave current of
million wave currents composed
blocking the vision, sound
and all in train:
the eyes opened slow
and slow and slow
and of a sudden lo!
The Dawn and the first lights
the Time to go