Long, Long Line

In the long, long line There were trudging All trudging Trudging High ghosts and Shrouds Hedgehogs still As guilt Squirrels and Bushy tails Waters that turned Gyrations Danced Lizards and insects That erect On their feet walked: All Trudging Trudging Trudging Behind the Torch of Light That a tall skeleton bore Before them in the Night: So many Marches will the nights As these See in the cemeteries So many So many And they will end at Dawns Of Dawns So many So many And The Sub-Conscious with The Conscious edge Edges of cliff Earth with heaven