The Trash Of Life Was Slow Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The trash of life was slow
As through clotted arteries and
Veins
Slow moving
Sinister
And dark as Styx.

They told me that
Nowadays
There were children
Who loved the Gothic
Horrible:
Let them then
Be on their way to Poet Seer
Deep thinkers sad
Profound
But beware of other roads
That be.

In life
As yet
We be at liberty
To take the road we will:
But
Some friendly advice
In the receptive ears
Whispered
Would do things nice.