The Satyrs Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The satyrs
the satyrs
they become as human
they dress trousers
they dress stiff necks
they dress overcoats
and the rest
the satyrs have lust
ah! how it burns
them
the lust
the satyrs
the satyrs
they become as human
they dress trousers
they dress stiff necks
they dress overcoats
and the rest
at night
the satyrs rest not
though tired
they work
the machine of their
lust
and so
other satyrs:
yes, other satyrs
have to be born:
crescite et moltiplicamini.