They Come at Dawn
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