Wonder Not, Then The Graves Are Shaking Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Wonder Not, Then The Graves Are Shaking



Wonder not, then the graves are shaking
The lids are opening
Coffins creaking
Opened by the brawny hands of muscled Spirits.

And look! As in a music festival cemetery Spirits dance!

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