What Remains Now Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

What remains now
today, my friend,


but celebrate the fugue of the
last lines and the last verses?


I hear the sad tones of the fugue
I hear the sad notes of the fugue
I feel them in my heart


the fugue of the last lines and
the last verses


though even now, since now to the
last
remained my conscious as my
drear sub-conscious, both
sad and drinking acerb
from the glass of pain and
suffering
the fugue of the last line and
the last verses.