The Silent Curse Poem by Jeffrey Febi

Oh, you that has no wings.
How did you fly to my island?
Floating on deep blue,
Of the vast Pacific Ocean.
At night I hear flying foxes.
But you glide in eerie silence
To intoxicate my island’s vitality.

Oh, you that has no legs.
From where did you come?
I searched the horizon,
But there are no footprints.
At night I hear thieves.
But you strolled in stealthy silence
To extinguish my island’s dream.

Oh, you that has no face.
How could I recognise you?
At dawn I want to seize,
And paint you fiery red.
But under the dirt you reigned.
Fearful whispers littered my fireplace,
And my island mourns.

Jeffrey Febi