Said The Crowd Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Said the Crowd:

We, Crowd be gathered to hear a song and verses.

Give us the Song

Give us the Verses.

Even if these about Ghosts, Shrouds, Shadows, Shades and cemeteries.

For these things be welcome to us, as other things.

Said the Poet Seer:

Shall I bother you with dark?

With darkening dusks?

With stars that rise slow and hide behind think cobalt clouds?

I see a Figure rising, going up the Mount.

Alone step after step he rises up the Mount.

But there be no ghosts with him.

Nor seething skeletons.

Nor shrouds.

Nor see I Shades.

But cemeteries? The whole world has become mostly a cemetery.

You wonder?

‘But, ' rose a Man and said, this be no tale.'

Said the Poet Seer:
‘You wanted to hear noble verses and these are, '

The Crowd started to murmur.

Then said the Poet Seer
‘At injustices there must be payment.
All injustices one payment per injustice.
The world has to pay.
It has to be a cemetery.
Not yet but Things to come.'

‘Then when? ' asked the Crowd

Said the Poet Seer:
‘I will not say.
But the Earth will say when things be come.
And the Things will say when they be come.
Open you eyes; open your ears.'

Then moved the Poet-Seer and moved away
Pace after pace he hurried; for night had set.