Out Numbered

 


Roman numerals
flash
in the violet sky
a giant hand tocks
every notch
across spent time
each cradle that rocked
has now stopped
against the scythe
sinue on bone rots
blood pool clots
through a deceased mind.


Iron railings
all rusted
and wrought
drag across the ground
tired wailing
guttural , gutted
throat repulsive
snags an undead
sound.


Maxilla detach
as teeth gnash
to a lipless gape
maggots unlatch
hatching fast
to a buzzing escape .


Rigor Mortis
has risen
to stalk the living
in a stiffened stench
empty socketed skulls
of no vision
thrash in the tissue
of dead flesh.


The cold bell
of brass
tolls its chime
above a mass
of moaning
you've got to fight
for your life
against all who died


which outnumber
the living.