Poet Seer You Go Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

now
Poet Seer you go
towards the woods
to hear the winds
blow
as organs in the church
the more
the better
now
you go
in stealth and paces low.

ah! you be wise!
you left civilization
though on Earth remained
colossus-like you kept a foot
here and there
a finger in each pie...

so that
now
Poet Seer you go
towards the woods
to hear the winds
blow
as organs in the church
the more
the better
now
you go
in stealth and paces low.