Long, Long Line Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the long, long line
There were trudging
All trudging
Trudging
High ghosts and
Shrouds
Hedgehogs still
As guilt
Squirrels and
Bushy tails
Waters that turned
Gyrations
Danced
Lizards and insects
That erect
On their feet walked:
All
Trudging
Trudging
Trudging
Behind the Torch of Light
That a tall skeleton bore
Before them in the Night:
So many
Marches will the nights
As these
See in the cemeteries
So many
So many
And they will end at Dawns
Of Dawns
So many
So many
And
The Sub-Conscious with
The Conscious edge
Edges of cliff
Earth with heaven