Brain Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Brain
That is
Filling with soot
Power station of
Disease
City of dirt


Light and clean
Grasses bright
On these we tread
On this tiptoe
When the moon comes
Out of the clouds
To gladden us.


Gamma evolution
Through
The city walked I
Through
The deserted city
Stress
Stress
Stress

Light and clean
Grasses bright
On these we tread
On this tiptoe
When the moon comes
Out of the clouds
To gladden us.


Thus goes life
Beauty and not
Beauty and less
Of beauty grades
Beauty as dawn
Beauty that gives
Birth to Dawn
Beauty that hand
In hand
With Dawn carries herself.

Light and clean
Grasses bright
On these we tread
On this tiptoe
When the moon comes
Out of the clouds
To gladden us.


I walked in the sand
My footprint
Stuck in the sand
I walked in moon light
In dark only lit
By the stars’ light:
I walked
I walked in the sand
And it was night.

Light and clean
Grasses bright
On these we tread
On this tiptoe
When the moon comes
Out of the clouds
To gladden us.


In the sand
In the magic
Of the night
The diamonds
Hidden lay
Blinding throughout
The hectic day
Of Earth
On Earth

Light and clean
Grasses bright
On these we tread
On this tiptoe
When the moon comes
Out of the clouds
To gladden us.


It be the dusk.
In the background
And helter-skelter
Figure after figure
Black and grey
Moves as
On the film:
Stealthy yet bold
Are these the specters
Of all nights here?
The ghosts and shrouds?
The rattling skeletons
Of the rattling teeth?


Light and clean
Grasses bright
On these we tread
On this tiptoe
When the moon comes
Out of the clouds
To gladden us.

Figure of bronze
That affronts so many
A wintry day
The tempest prongs
The frost
The rain
The snows
Look! The snows still
Lie at the base of the
Obelisk.
The waters frozen
Caught
In an X-ray
A photo static
Universe of remembrance
And of pain
And of emotions
Most combined!

Light and clean
Grasses bright
On these we tread
On this tiptoe
When the moon comes
Out of the clouds
To gladden us.


Sing the night-winds
Sing the waters
Sing the night-waters
Sing pyramids
Tall and pointed
Under cold Egyptian skies
Verona plays and Venice
The violins strings:
A cathedral in Cologne
Stays up at night
And organ music heard
Playing behind
The closed cathedral doors.
At Saint Paul’s there
Be
No noises, no sound
But silence
And a crowd
Motley and subdued
By the sweet Thames:
Sing! Sing! Sing!
It be so frosty! Warm
Up the heart
For the crowd down
Speaks not
Humble frustrated
And demoralized

Under the cold heavens
Under the cold skies
The waters freeze
Stay up; and in
The heavens form
An adjacent rainbow
Of a narrow frost:
Red noses in the clouds
Reflected in twilight
Waters and shadows:
See the bat shrieks aloud
Whirls its stealthy way
Out of the light of
Both the dusk and day!

See the closed doors
Open them to the waters
Of skies that pour
Not cruel waters cold
But rays of a new Dawn
And a new day!