On The Heath Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

On The Heath



On the heath the figures tall
as pencils stand
together stand
and smoke arises
sacrificial smokes

a hand
grows out of the
moon
and comes towards
then stops

rises
rises higher the smoke
ah! that was in the turn of time
in ages of the centuries
that were long
long ago
slow yet irreversible
they faded.
slow and irreversible
ah! that was in the turn of time
in ages of the centuries
that were long
long ago
for age wins
wins so often, my monsignor,
so wearying.

Sunday, December 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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