Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Let us make a surgery to the Night
Before
We shoot an X-Ray
That we precise be in the Surgery
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Angry is the night
And weary sick the ever-extending line of centuries:
In the X-Ray
Capture the line too, Kiril.
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The crickets sing this night
Out of the singing season
Yet in its heart's delight
It sings assiduous.
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Cumber not the clouds
They be thick
Thick already
Thick
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Nightingale
In
Woods
Of
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The clouds are light this dusk
But
The air be heavy
Heavy as a grinding stone
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Flow
Of
Verse
Wings
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Walked slow half-limping he Horned Goat
Towards the Temples of Evolution
One by one
One after the other.
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Before me
Unmoving
The small
Insect
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Guilt speaks though I stifle it
Pain to pity gives birth
Pregnant by suffering
The birth pains calm
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