Matches Of Light Red Of Night Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Matches of light
red of night
yellow of moon
white of stars
that pales alas! too
soon.


'help us
help us cook the Head, '
the Hedgehogs said
white top hats of cooks
on their grey somber shadows
flared
as the Band of the Hedgehogs
cooked.

'No'
said the Thousand Ants
'that's not for us.
When cooked, that's all
for you.
So what we do? '

ah! sub-conscious
sub-conscious meanderings
over the gulping of life
the blinding lightning
a whole red city bears
with towers of red turrets.


Domes tall and
pointed
Kremlin Square type and
more.
Beyond
a space wide and immense
For
the sub-conscious had defeated the tense.