Wardens Of Night Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

the wardens of night
they too
go a pack of beer
and spuming corks are
opened
smell of absinthe too
and green.

o ocean of weeds
that floated in
the dusk
and further
in to the night

o echoes that went round
the caves and coves
in the vast arms of
the vast sleeping bay
the Ocean received you
and
the Ocean transformed you
echoes
echoers sweet transformed
talks and whispers
of the ghosts nocturnal
and the shrouds and
skeletons walking the Ocean-bosom
where they meet far from land
and talk and whisper
sigh and groan
these.