Ball Of Dusk Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The
Ball of dusk
How
Sad it moved
In it
Faces of yellow
Or masks
Stood
The ball of dusk
That
Moved slow
And sad
And
Drear

I
Saw
The
Population
Grow
In
That
Sad
Ball
In
It
I looked
And
My feet
Dropped
As
By
A magnet
Drawn
Into that ball
Around
My
face
A
Hand
Put on
A
Mask
I
Felt
And
Round
My
Back
A
Cape
Of
Red
Was
Put

Danced
We
All
Danced
Danced
The
Ball
Of
Dusk
No
One
Spoke
And
Silent
All
Moved
Slow
And
Dreamy
In
That cankered
Ball

I
Heard
I
Felt
The
Chains
Of
Past
Fall
Down
For
I
Was
Dreamy
In
The
Ball
Of
Dusk
I
Was
I
Was

Sinister
Lone
Dreary
We
Danced
And
Danced
And
To
Each
Other
Spoke
Not
But
Danced
And
Danced
Into
That
Ball
Of dusk:
Then
As
Night
Broke
And
All
The
Silent
Stars
As
One
By
One
They
Came
And
Grew
And
Shone
I
Heard
A
Scream
The
Dancers
Ran
Fading
In
Mists
Of
Drear
As
They
Ran
And
Alone
In
Funereal
Solitude
Remained
I
Standing
In
The
Ball
Of
Dusk