On The Dull Humus Sate A Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

On the dull humus sate a
Butterfly
With wings spotted,
outstretched
with childish look in its small
eyes
and sunset was in one eye
dusk in the night
yet
on its forehead amidst
its wise antennae of sensivity
it lodged the night
expectant to come forth
as pregnant mother to a destined
birth
the stars already were servants-in-waiting
the droll waters were slow, slower
gurgling:
and one by one farmhouse on plain
destitute and
dreamy town came off the sordid
lights.