The Shutter Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The shutter
the shutter on
the hot temperatures
must come down
about
twenty or more
days
remain
five hundred to
seven hundred hours.

then
will begin the human way
towards the first chill
the first sere leaf
the first cracking bough
the bending tree
the iron wood drenched
in a wild night's passion
floods in streets nocturnal
where ghosts and shrouds
wade
in their journeying
nocturnal
over mother Earth:
their laments as one cloud
one flame
arise.

Ahi! those and these be
the symbols of the Sub-Conscious
reign
that so akin to night
and to its silent sounds
voyages and thrives:
the seconds you must hear
one by one
in to the depth of your
Inner Soul
in to the depth of Night