Verses That Be Song Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Verses that be song
Thunder and lightning
Strength, rawness, blood
Dropping
Yet
Deep in thought
Maturing as the fruit
In
Summer sunsand
Sweaty eves:
Come! Come!
The candles have been lit
Life's a burning
And
The film's reels are turning!
Deep in thought
This be imperative:
Waters that reverse
From the low vale depths
To the summit height
Of hills and mountains
Crowned with snow:
Burn the waters, the waters
Burn
There's fires on them
Come! Come!
Satyrs are at large.
Deafening the titans move
Their antennae
The pigeons dressed as waiters
With butterflies
Emerge skidding
Walking almost as flying
Or running:
And
The film's reels
Be awhile turning!
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Have patience, my Monsignor
Time is still
Dropping.