The Coach Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Coach moved on
Slow and funereal
It carried more than dozen
Souls
For the Souls occupied small
Space
And
Moved
Moved
The Coach with Souls
And
Valets liveried in black
With colors, other colors dotted
Bright
Yet funereal and slow
Always
The Coach wheels turned and
Turned
Pitiless to the ruthless journey's plan:
Creaking
And yawning:
On the Way other Souls awaited.
‘Up! Up! , ' the Hoarse Voice roared
And all alighted:
One by one
Pitiless to the ruthless journey's plan
One by one, one after one.
Faces pale alighted