Too Many Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Too Many



Too many
Too many shadows from the past
Flitting beyond the water gates of
Styx.

Too many shadows new ferried just
Surprised with baleful eyes over
The boiling waters and steamy mists.

Charon laughs ugly yet sardonic.
The ghosts and shrouds huddle.
The boat hums sailing under their lank weighting.

Sunday, March 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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