Town Of Sorrow Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the Town of Sorrow
The priests and monks
Swing their censers
To the tunes of incense.

In the Town of Sorrow
Sadness keeps away all
Other emotions.

In the Town of Sorrow
Silence is strong; has power
Sadness and Sorrow
Make a compromise.

And after all,
They need not haggle,
They be one,
One aim, one way.

So in the Town of Sorrow
They bring the coffins
And they open grave-lids
And they bury coffins.