Ghastly Shadows Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Ghastly shadows
ghastly shadow passing grey over the wall
and
on your head the hat of the priest:
I was confused
in the sub-conscious it was
yet
woke I confused, in part of fear
in part of joy.

ah! time made not priest of the altar, but
priest of civilization yes!

and more.

For sufferings I had for the civilization I
brought forth: suffering, martyrdom, oblivion
even calumny.

What more my Monsignor?

A crown of thorns replaced the laurel wreath;
a cup of envy-poison the cup of Bacchanial mirth.

ghastly shadows
ghastly shadow passing grey over the wall
and
on your head the hat of the priest:
I was confused
in the sub-conscious it was
yet
woke I confused, in part of fear
in part of joy.