The Song Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The
Song
The
Wild
The
Bones
Split
Off
The
Flesh
Torn
Off
Huge
Giants
By
The
Radiation
Of
The
Heavens
Among:
Still
Looked
The Eye of the Heavens
Red
And sordid:
The
Ianoforte
Of
The
Heavens
Played
And
The
Heavens
Had
An
Orchestra
Of
Violins
A
Whole
Orchestra
Of
Violins
Giant
Violins
And
They
Played
Played
As
Play
Giant
Violins
The
Beginning
The
Played
The
Middle
Glorious
And
The
Fading
Desperate
Close
Your
Eyes
And
Work
Shrewd Eagle
Close
Your
Eyes
Magic
Will
Be
Yours
And
You
Will
Feel
The
Power
To your hands.
The
Moon
Was
Scuttled
No
It
Reappears
From
Behind
The
Done
It
Smiles
With
Blood
Coming
From
Its
Mouth
For
Its
Victory be done
And the wounded
Moon smiles.