Whispering Graveyard Gates Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Gate to gate whispers
for
the graveyard has got
multiple gates.

THey whispered yesterday
about the last new inhabitant
of
those places and reigns.

As after all they do
on each new inhabitant

'Was forty, ' whispered one

'You saw the small children? '
uttered the other gate

'Not one, but still unfortunate',
tolled in the other.

And so, on this and that,
went on and on
the whispering
graveyard gates.