The Pulpit Violet Opens Its Mouth Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The pulpit violet opens its mouth
That its petals (in as direct proportion) :
To-night I will recall some of Tolkien’s
Characters – o! call Kafka to the meeting:
Add, me to them and from our meeting
Let new forms and new characters arise
The profane crowd needs them; yes
Now more than ever; the rate of
Balance will be as directly proportional
Between the materialistic down
Down-to-earth characters and the magic characters:
All be that is asserted; so all characters
Magic and materialistic be
But the magic ones prefer we
We, Humans who dare to dream, and save ourselves
At the last moment.