Earthquake In The Soul Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Earthquake
Earthquake
In
The
Soul
The
Tooth
Is
Hurting
There's
Pain
And
Wanton
Sighs
Roam
Their
Concentration
In
The
Cemetery
Grounds
The
Trees
Are
Curious
They
Breath
But
Sigh
not
but
the
Souls
The
Souls
they
sigh
great
progress
great
in
the
Gothic
And
The
Similar
Hath
Been
Been
In
A
Few
Days
Creased
Faces
Furrowed
Brows
And
Sweaty blood-red through the pores
I
Saw
Tall
Lank forms
A little
Bent
There
Were
So
May!
Such
Confusion
In that earthquake was
And
The sighed
Sighed the bosom of the cemetery!