Queue From Oblivion Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

so great the queue from
oblivion was:
all waited on the bank
of the dark river
which flowed slow
as stew boiling:
bubbling:
their faces white
and nervousness
was of them
fo long centuries
waited they to be ferried
whilst they saw
others as them
ferried at once a
distant mile
these
from oblivion swept
away at once
and they,
they
they waited there in a
purgatory
of yearning souls;
that crowd, that queue was I
and only I.
O if had to list
the suffering and the
stress emotional!