Child Cries Ii Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The water in my tongue
It stopped
And
With stopped
The flow of verses
And the Muse turned
Wry lips:
The whole summer day
Remained I so:
My throat
Was
Parched
Full
Dry
And
From
My
Sides
As
Rock
Heated
Dust
Fell.

Then came
The
Red
Dusk
And
My
Tongue
Began
To
Loose
Its
Dryness
The
Flowing
Of waters
Made
The
Flowing
Of
Verse

Then came night
And
Waters in my
Tongue
Flowed
More
And
More
And
Heard
I
Sing
The
Nightingale
Sing
But
Not
Versify
And
Then
I
Versified
More
And
More
Under the star-full heavens