Cling In The Tomb Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

to every day
we cling in the tomb
of horrors
to every day
with our nails
and yearning Soul
our fingers and our nails
slipping
slipping
to Earth's womb
we cling
falling
falling
come brothers,
come sisters,
the Time be soon arrived
for the Vessel of Departure:
already lined
in a long queue and straight
with blanched faces
wait we
unwilling to board ship
fright with every passenger
who goes up
passenger after passenger
fright after fright