The Verses Slow And Sultry Now Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The verses slow and sultry now
Move as half opened lips
Parched throats, faces of white,
Fear entrenched where soldiers
Thrived in channels, in tunnels,
And in trenches
The night had been there and a
Passer-by half-drunk with
Absinthe had spotted some white
Into an otherwise dark relative
Starless night that slipped
Oily to a shore where waited
Slowly a rats, three hedgehogs,
Eight flowers that rose their
Heads from the torpor of a waning
Dusk
A surfeiting it was that waned them all.
Round after round of poisoned yew dews
Drank in the Tavern below Olympus
The night, one after one, he drank them
In a gourd from broken coconuts:
That had in them the incantations of
A witches’ night:
That had in them the seed of murky
Mists and yellow perilous fright:
The verses slow and sultry now
Move as half opened lips
Parched throats, faces of white,
Fear entrenched where soldiers
Thrived in channels, in tunnels,
And in trenches