As They Walk

a poem of the dead

As they walk,

The earth will cry for blood,

Mortals shall pay for their trash,

Blood shall water the plants and grass,

Bones shall pile like a collection of White ivory.

 

As they come,

Humans will cry for their fleeing humantiy,

Science shall fail and give rise to the lost,

They will make us pay for our disrespect and crime,

Death will plauge the innocent and guilty.

 

As they see,

We are their food,

Their source of power,

They won't be picky,

They'll weed us all out like vermin,

We can not hide,

Our fate draws near with them.

 

As they taste,

Our flesh and meat,

Shall make them cry,

Horrid moans and drones,

But we will not satisify,

They'll always want more.

 

As they tire,

As we die,

Their race will strive,

to stay alive.

They all will die,

We all will die,

Not a single creature left,

Not a single person left,

The earth, will be clean.

 

And we, will be amoung the piles of dead,

The flesh,

The bone,

The marrow,

The blood,

Will fertilize the earth,

And give rise,

To the carnage of a new life.

Reviews

[salvador (camuel choisu..]

wow well what can i say, um it talks about the living dead and a well i dont think i have ever read a piece that grabbed my attention as much as this great work of art grabbed mine. the last stanza was my favorite it gives a big image to my mind about the old world ending yet a new one beginning, great work madam. //_^