Excuse The Iron Gates Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Excuse the iron gates
They have opened
And now
The troops
Of shrouds and ghosts
Enter in to the cemetery

Enchanting
Enchanting monastery of
The clouds
And iron icicles
Yet hanging
Yet hanging

We
We humans need enchanting
And once got
What more need we, my Monsignor?

I saw a child’s eyes
And they were innocent
I saw a child’s eyes
And they were dazzling
Gleamed they bright
As torches in a tower night
I saw a child’s eyes

And
Now I the hands soft and
Warm
Of soft enchantment feel
Her silken touch
Her skin of silk I feel
We
We humans need enchanting
And once got
What more need we, my Monsignor?