Throttling Grace Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Throttling
Grace that poisons
sweetly

Mask
that
hides
face
frowning
mask
that
hides
fate
of
hate
mask
that
hides
face
of
malice

word by word, the winds uttered
through thin chunks by between
windows and sills:
the winds uttered word by word
the speech of the Zephyr-Sphinx

Here!

Hear!

the church bells as of today ring
for the Feast Day.

in a few hours the statue of the
saint
will come out
then
as the dark clothes the Earth
the fireworks.
Beauty additional
to the moon and stars - and night.