Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

In the wall were there sighs
Not many
Just occasional
Just heavy
...

In the tomb lid
There were eyes
And from below
Came just sighs.
...

Verse thus dry!
Raw
Without a sigh
Without a pity
...

Sounds of marching
As in drill
Steps martial
One on one
...

‘Gruesome, '
Said my Monsignor
‘Verse of thundering, '
Said I.
...

Before the Crowds let me go.

The Crowds gather as usual.
...

The
Moon
Tonight
Is
...

Communiqué of star
To star
Message after message
Urgent
...

In the fields we got truffles
But we preferred
The song of the Poet-Seer
As dusk descended.
...

The wise, wise Bird be
Silent
She looks shy from here
Eye
...