Corpses Are Awake

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 the sow the groan 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 for our corpses are awake.