They Come at Dawn

            Groaning, screeching, yelling

            They jolt the boards

            Clawing like savage beasts

            Swamped in foul odor  

 

            Beaming sun bright eyes

            I see the lies

            Hollow inside

            Bloodthirsty they call sonorously

 

            Breathing shallow air

            Clapping the torn stone

            Snapping bones

            Lunging towards home

 

            Numbers in packs

            Stacks of dead

            Pail ghost like skin

            Worn away hair  

           

            Four to one we’re outgunned

            Steel, tin, metal men, charge our walls

            Defiant and merciless

            Bitter than ice

           

            They begin at night

            Ascend from their graves

            Howl at the setting sun

            They come at dawn until we’re done