Pinching Soul Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There was a
Pinching soul
Restless
Angst
Stress
Felt
Guilt
There was
A whole pack
Of
Emotions.

There
Stayed
I
In
The
Rumblings
Of
That
Womb-bay

Soul
Restless
And
Mixing bath
Of all the
Emotions
As fire
They
Rolled
And
Rose
And
Fell
The
Gamut
Of
Those
Emotions.

I
Had
To
Wash
The
Bath
And
Sterilize
It
Every
Day
Before
The
Rumblings
Of
The
Labor
Of
The
Earth
Began
Before
The waters
Frothed
Seethed
Giant bubbles
Ready for
The
Mixtures
And
Rumblings
That
Resulted
In
More
Rumblings
Echoes of desert bays
Cries of the Harpies
That yet were echoes
And echoes of echoes
Signs of the times
Yet mirrors of the past
Ante-diluvian and before
Time of the thick dense
Weald and sweaty soils
Time of instant growth
Of trees and plants
Heat and swelter
Multipliers of the
Tropical.
And
Multipliers too
Of such exotic.