Raucous Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Raucous,
Raucous,
The ball settled in the
Moon's light after
Running in the shades relative of
Hedges and field-walls:
Raucous
Raucous

The night has come
No
Longer the night is coming
No longer

The stars have rung
Their door bells of the
Heavens

The night-dews have densified
And
Fallen
Obediently

The nightingales have
Ceased singing
Silently

Two hollow eyes
Then
Four hollow eyes
My parents have
My parents had


How hollow
How hollow are your eyes
You
Must have wept long
And
Are still weeping

Raucous,
Raucous,
The ball settled in the
Moon's light after
Running in the shades relative of
Hedges and field-walls:
Raucous
Raucous