Morning in the
Village of the Damned
Gentle snow greeted the rising
falling quietly from a heaven beyond,
and rested upon iron-framed epitaphs.
four-legged sentry barked the danger,
the extent of his linked tether.
Echoed warnings persisted,
but could not raise the dead,
nor rally a defense.
rumbles approached the bone yard,
life's sacred slumber.
The clamoring invader approached the tombs,
yet the silent corpses refused to rise,
content with their lifeless pursuits.
composure, they would not stand,
of the occasion, they slept.
The diesel beast plundered,
devouring with a hydraulic fury,
littering debris in it's unholy exodus.
urban monster would return again,
feed on their remains.