The lineup

"Can we go,

before the sun bleeds on the sky?".

Booted feet tap loudly on the floor;

The question posed-a little lady with brown eyes

"Why the wait?".

She demands to the listless crowd

"Why not go now".

A china doll among the down

The lineup stretches longer

and milling throngs clatter

shifting restless, they mutter

in foreign tongues, they wonder

Still they wait

nothing moving now

They stare at the oarsmen

Darkened mantle, shadow crown

Cloak pulled up tightly

As if warding off the chill

Face hidden; eyes shine brightly

Through the darkness of his will

Confused now, she looks around

Silent in her grief

Where is she, what's going on?

She shivers like a leaf

Old fossils stare blankly back

Silent in their tomb

telling stories of their own

"Come now, there is room"

The oarsmen gestures shakily

with bone hands in the gloom

"It's time" he states-not unkindly

"Come now, there is room"

The lost souls churn restless

in the land of twilight life

Time does not exist here

in the starless night

Reviews

[Rhayne]

In a thought? The trip across the river Styx.

[Anne’sRants]

Bang on. 🙂

[Relic]

Wow! This reminds me of Emily Dickenson. I could not stop for death, so he kindly stopped for me. This has a slightly eerie feeling that left a slight chill. I thought of the masses slain by active shooters. But this could apply to any masses of people who have died on the earth. Waiting in line to go into that great unknown.

Funny enough, I just watched a show on Ellis Island. (The place where immigrants first arrived in America.

Excellent poem.

[Anne’sRants]

i consider that a compliment of the highest regard. Thanks Relic

[Relic]

My pleasure, Anne.

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like ferry service on the River Styx. Personally, I would much rather go through the tunnel and into the light.

[Anne’sRants]

haha, same here. Thanks