Bones That Move Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Bones that move
Here and there roaming
Wanderers of Earth and
Destinies
Writers of history relative
My banner is to be borne by a ghost
A skeleton
A Shade
A Shroud
The banners of other borne as yet
By so many generations and dynasties:
For me
For mine
Oblivion lurks at every turn
And
The banner I carry as a Shade
A Shadow and a Shroud:
In flesh and blood they said I have no dynasties
But then I won the dynasties in Shades
Under serene moonlights
In skeleton that carry Wisdom in ever pore
And
Shades unuttering their brimming wisdom
In these live I
In these I be not extinct so to say
Not ever
Not ever
And then see! Of their dynasties
One by one of whole multitudes cross also to my side