Katdream

...one of them

popcorn burns on stovetops
radios blare rap tunes
oil splatters
melts flesh like old paper

intoxicating visions
mockingbirds screech
pecking at dead carcasses in the streets
worms wiggle in dark fissures pending their end

shadows approach in hazes of smoke and ash
cold dead eyes never blink
specters on parade without flag waving onlookers
no drum major straight lines forward march

running, running
nowhere to flee an impending slaughter
the hardware store battened down
walls bleeding with filth

the porch collapsed
the rain is toxic
demise pending
is there no escape?

join them...join them
no mausoleum resting place
cannibals in flowing gowns
degenerative smiles eat you alive