On Poetry Am I Drunk Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

On poetry am I drunk
as with the bee
that flower to
flower
sucks and nectar
finds.
But drunkenness is
finite.
So when finity
of it be near
let the Olympians conspire
give way to my desire
make me
drunk again
that I am sing
continue in my verse
forget all else:
Drunken I view
the Earth be full
so full of injustices!
and I as drunk
the Earth as topsy turvy see!
Earth does the same to me!
We disagree!
Yet somehow we go on:
As a bee I suck on my beloved
drinking
my verse and song
and sing with clear tongue
and chant:
for
On poetry am I drunk
as with the bee
that flower to
flower
sucks and nectar
finds.