Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

White the shroud
Of cottons
Thin
...

Waters, fires, drought
Throats parched

Desert sands, red dunes
...

Dawn, all withering
Why
Not first lights?
...

In the air
This Dawn there's
Whispering.
...

Flow the rivers
Stately seas
But ah! the emperor
The Ocean
...

There will come the day
When
My throat more
Than parched
...

the wounded dog
wounded in the leg
he hobbled off
...

he dispensed
the necessity of 'cause' and 'effect'.

for the 'cause' was now
...

in the extinct
the flag-banner is passed
to those that survive
...

figure
that in to the dark corner
hobbled off
the night
...