The Towers Bulging Out Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The towers bulging out
Ah! they did so
At night
When spirits and demons
Let loose from graves
Roamed around and around and
There
They made their wild
Laments
Processions with
Flambeaux
And bones that walked
And marched
In skeletons.

Around the towers
Mud
Green and murky
Turned
And
In that mud
Millions of hostile
Germs
Hostile above all
And
Most to humanity

And
Stinking
Stinking
In that vapory dream
Of mists and twisted
Thoughts:
And
The deep heat of
The ghost night
Albeit around the cemetery
Corners
Lurked and turned
The chill of winds.
And
Hidden in night darkening
Mantle
Unseen
The curious Dawn watched all.