Salvation Port Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Salvation Port
Ferried over
In the stealth of night
Batch of Souls after
Batch of souls.
Ferried to the other
Side:
By faceless figures
Rowed
Over water dark
By the river's arch.
Cried one Soul
Being rowed
The other side:
‘Why heavens
Silent remain?
Be this not
Salvation Port?
Be therefore not
A time of joy
For heavens immense?
Frowned the rower
And the faceless
Thing
Rowed
More
And
More.
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