Horned Goat Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Walked slow half-limping he Horned Goat
Towards the Temples of Evolution
One by one
One after the other.

The Temples are in the rocks

And the rocks in the desert be

Under light blue cupolas lay
Stretching the temples
In Evolution sacred
Yet maintaining the Percentage of Conservation
Minimal and due
Dire
Ten centuries passed and more
Millennium to millennium.

There was thus the Bridge, the Sacred Bridge.

Hung as on a clothing line were the Destinies

And nights were thousands.

And chill was of times thousand
Desert thirst-in-cold and
Frozen sand
And dust

The Horned Goat was after all the Spirit.