With Masks Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

With masks
With masks they were
With masks
They marched the Cemetery
With masks
They passed tomb and grave
With masks
Under the ancient rooted trees
They sapped the liquids of the Cemetery!
Burnt red the moon for
Short
A glimpse just - then went -
As the Bighi lights came
And went
Ruthless unstopped continued they
Ruthless
With masks
With masks they were
With masks
They marched the Cemetery
With masks
They passed tomb and grave
Passed.