The dead are living
The church bells did ring
Awoken this night
They started to sing
Away with the living
In dead quiet of night
The bells just stopped ringing
To nerve and to mind
All through the quiet
The village is still
But o’ souls they are running
Not chilled by the chill
Left and forgotten
Thought so to be gone
Left did the village
In prayer and in thought
The people left mourning
They’re few if at all
But not to their knowing
The dead did live on
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem