Of Things That Happened That Again Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Of things that happened that again
will happen
phenomena

in the cemetery every night
the school of ghosts and shrouds
opens its doors

the school of ghosts and shrouds
is moveable, not fixed not rooted to
the ground as our human buildings be.

For it has not fear from falling, nor
needs aid in not tumbling.

Last night attentive spy I heard
the chants Gregorian of the singers
and saw that not only we humans sing

yet there was a shrill eeriness
in those voices a-angelic yet
that brought to brain multitudes of thought

and if last night that
phenomenon happened, why not on other
nights for those who watch?