corpses are awake
their graves overturning
collapsing in the quake.
hear! hear! the growl
the roar. The moan.
listen! listen! catch your heart.
listen! listen! hold your breathe.
smell! smell! the disgust of their cursed death!
smell! smell! the arrival of the unfed-
corpses are awake!
the church overturned
lapsing in its stealth.
fear! fear! the mole
for they move in every shape.
hasten! hasten! from the blight
hasten! hasten! else you foam.
trust not the wind nor the creak
distrust your shadow be it meek
our corpses are awake.