A Spirit’s Monologue 2 Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

My monologue, my duty and my right
I come, but let me speak me,
First.
My heart aches, joy has flown,
And I take comfort in this monologue.
So that’s therapy, yet palliative propense.
See humans and imitate
Hear humans and be more wise. (i)


Of yews and symbols of the grave
Equation and song simultaneous
With season after season we go along
Together.
Blood, blood, blood,
The woe of the Earth is
Out of the human petering out
With every drop that’s out
Years of gathered woe and
Clustered weeping.
Firs and elms and other trees
Who opened their sad song
Unto the night and
Unto moon.
When Night walks in the fields
Alone.
Free my nights
And
Free my hands
Cut the woes
And
Cut the chains
Spirits be essence of free! (ii)


Out of breath
Beauty
Leaves
Me
The
Night
Is
Burning
I
Feel
His
Red
Eyes
Searing
How beautiful the night
Continues in the Dawn!


I am the ghost that loiters
By a strait alley dark
In old Valletta
I am the Shroud who with
Bent head
And silent
Watches small children
Breathe and sleep
And roam the houses
Whilst hour after hour
Midnight approaches (iii)

I breathe into the night
When it be waning
That night will stand
Erect
Welcome the dawning
And
In that glorious still
Parade of beauty
His eyes all dazzle! (iv)

Come, come chorus of
Young and tiny Spirits
Breathe pure air in the
Town
Now humans sleep:
That tomorrow they will
Find a new air breathing:
Come, come ghosts and
Shrouds dance all around
This street no car be
Passing
No human foot treads
Or from the windows
No fearful face be peeping (v)

I am Prometheus yes, too,
I into him transform
And light with fire
The breast of humans
Downfallen by travails of
Day
And woes a-weeping:
I be Minerva
And in the sub-conscious
Inject the wisdom of the gods
At night in humans.
I be Narcissus looking in
The pool that’s Earth and Sea
With it enamored (vi)


For
My monologue, my duty and my right
I come, but let me speak me,
First.
My heart aches, joy has flown,
And I take comfort in this monologue.
So that’s therapy, yet palliative propense.
See humans and imitate
Hear humans and be more wise (vii)