Song Of The Long Extinct Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

We,
We the long extinct
With centuries that
Hang from us
We
The long extinct
Are dried and baked

We
Our bones are by the
Hour becoming slow
Fine dust
Inaudible
And
Silent

We
Where memories were
Stored
In vases scented sacred
We
To whom burning candles
Burnt
We
To whose vases shrines
Erected were
We
Who scented in incense
In our dry nostrils
We
The long extinct. (iii)

We
Heard a High Voice yesterday
And then a Figure saw
A Figure tall and lank
And spoke he to us:
‘Look! There must be Justice
Done to you
Who suffered and joyed not
At your descent on Earth’

We
Then rose up
In Chorus said:
‘How will this be? ’
Then
The Voice rising but not
Loud
But kind in its each syllable
Said noble:
‘There will be a Day of Wrath
Once it will be,
No more
No more but once,
But that once for the Earth
Will wipe all descent in the Earth
And with you
The descent, ancestors, all
Will know at last
What be the humiliations and
The pains
Of all the long extinct, all,
One by one,
Each one, and all.’