Fog Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

For through the fog the introspection
The eerie eyes, thin and taut
Like looking through a needle under fire
Yes
Yes I saw through the fog the introspection
The coming of the Figure
Now it turned White, then
Black
Then White again, then
Twilight like the fainting waves
When the red dusk starts lighting on the towns
Panting the sunset out of country sides:
Yes
I loved the experience in that fog
Heard the forge and bellows of the Earth
Its heavy breathing
In its suffering:
Before during the Night it nursed itself:
Still wounded
Savage beast and raw, blood in its mouth,
And dripping from its teeth
The savage beast, this Earth:
I saw
Through the fog, the introspection
The eerie eyes, thin and taut and needle-thin.