The Sacrificial Mound Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Then
Rising in the sacrificial mound
That rises forgotten
From your soily tombs
Or hard rock dispersion
Of the Soul
To fly
Into other things and
Places
And varying times
You go again
Go silent
On the perch in
Your deep eyes
Nor does the secret fire
Of emotions lack
No, no, emotions
Various, even in the
Chirp of you.
Syllables that language
Constitute
And
Speech that on our Earth
Of our human civilization was genesis.
You with other birds communicate.
You with other birds multiply.
You with other birds scour
The Earth and Sea below in a
Society.
You have society, but you need
Not laws
In your sage greatness:
You teach, not preach
In you deep morose silence.
You
That with levels of the silent
Sphinx in your deep eyes
Tell without speech
Tell without sound
Your noble lineage
Not in wars conquests or victories
Nor in the trammels of wealth
No, no
But in the greatness that your smallness
Yields
There be the Desire
That lights up Knowledge and Fire
That once obtained (albeit in little amount)
You grow not proud,
Nor your character change
But remain humble
In your great fiefdom.
For you
You think, you think and then you do.
That, Bird, be a Golden Rule.
Teaches without speech
Teaches withoutpreach.