With Glass In Hand 2 Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

With glass in hand
they
raised the glass
raised
so many times the glass
the Skeletons

How rattled the glasses
as they each other touched
the sound was as the sound
of violins

yet
as yet
silent and without word
the Skeletons were
though their teeth (that remained)
grinned
and their jaws opened

and in their hand
the glasses shone and
twinkled

with glass in hand
they
raised the glass
raised
so many times the glass
the Skeletons