Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Bird
Your tiny scream
And song
And then no more
...

The
The
The
The Muse, ' finally
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The payments never came
Those payments I agreed
On top of a high cloud
Agreed
...

I realized
The pay of heavens was not
In our currencies.
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I saw
I saw the heavens open

I saw
...

The birds stood still.
Statue-like they looked
At me.
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The fields have worked and now
Await the rain.

The dusk has come and gone and
...

How through the glass ceiling so
Thick and damp the waters
Pass?
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The nearby fount is
Quiet though
It still be dusk
...

Slow
Slow the waters glide
Slow
The snows the peaks
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