When The Time Comes I Will Drag With Me Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

When the time comes I will drag with me
the papers
that I have prepared for the meeting.

The boats go up and down slow in the mooring.

And
my Residence of the Human is turning to
Residence of the Cemetery.

Time is pressing
Time is pressing

Around litters of newspapers and old news
passe'

And
I wait at the table the home coming of the meeting.

When the time comes I will drag with me
the papers
that I have prepared for the meeting.