Stranglehold Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In stranglehold
Beauty sate by the dusk
Blushed in the deepening
Red that was darkening
As areolas:
In the mantle of vapors
The mist-less air lighted
One by one with stars
Blinking
At King Night and his gold
Chariot.
In this heavy metal situation
Night locked into dusk as
Wheel on cog wheel in machines.
Lit suddenly the hills, the little
Snow, the villages,
Lit the small village streets
Closed houses and windows
Light by light went out
Think! Think! Poet Seer,
The I,
For misfortune and for poverty
Intelligence substitute.