There’s A Funereal Music Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There’s a funereal music
There’s a funereal music in the church
In the church by the sea
And its night
And lap the waves the water-seas

There’s the funereal church
Lighted
Lighted up
And I saw
Figures dressed
Few as Hedgehogs
Few as Squirrels
Few as Ants
Few as Glow-worms
Few as Bats, Owls, Nightingales
Few as the rest of
Animals and plants
And the rest
Wore all mourning masks

In the choir sang
Masked Nightingales!


Ah civilization here be not
As the civilization as the day!

And yet
In the civilization of the Night
At night
My brain in sub-conscious
Might
Dreamt Immortality and its Principles,
Saw the universes expand without a Big Bang
Discovered Principles of the mass
Universe that great Newton set aside;
So many more, so many more!
Lines, prose, drama, epic, lyric
All grew their seeds in
The civilization of the night
In Me
To revolutionize and re-write
In Me
The civilization of the day
I touched Evolution with my hand
And I felt mightier than
Had I touched the heavens with
My hand
And it was night
The civilization of the night
It was,
My Monsignor, the civilization of the night!