Twentieth eighth day <br />Ticking <br />Ticking <br />Where be the garden <br />Of your dawn? <br />The simple beauty <br />Of your <br />Eye-dazzling sunset? <br />The bewitched spells <br />Of twilight waters? <br />Where? <br />Twentieth eighth day <br />There's only night <br />Now <br />We <br />We humans grope <br />Still breathe our way <br />But it be dark! <br />The stars are out <br />In few <br />No armies save <br />In distant Milky Way <br />No, no, this dark <br />We grope <br />We grope <br />Where be the garden <br />Of your dawn? <br />The simple beauty <br />Of your <br />Eye-dazzling sunset? <br />The bewitched spells <br />Of twilight waters? <br />Where? <br />Bacchus drinks this <br />Night <br />Drinks too <br />But in the chalice <br />There be no wine <br />There be blood: <br />Just blood <br />And <br />Time ticks <br />Time ticks <br />In the cemeteries <br />Where hopes are <br />Lost amidst <br />The burning tombs <br />In deep midnight <br />There <br />Time ticks not <br />Time ticks not <br />Nor hopes for Dawn <br />Nor waits a Dawn.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twentieth-eighth-day/
