The Balm Of The Night-Air Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The balm of the night-air
The fragrance of the dark
The sweetness of the still
And slumbering monster-night
Over the slumbering port
Frail-lapped by insolent waves
Intruding in the calm
Of Fort Saint Angelo:
How images run film-like
And dwindle in the crass
And rude dark heaven:
Lit by the twinkling lights
Of fainting stars hauled down
Down Saint Anne’s Way:
Below
Below
The limbo of our earth
Our environment our biology is
And our biology our ethics:
Our environment our ethics is:
That is the syllogism.
And in the night
And in the night
The electric current flows
Humming in the wires high six floors or more or less
In wide-eyed Valletta.