Day of the dead



This is a story of the day of the dead
The day they rose from their boxed-up beds
There was fire and smoke
And blood and corpses
With people paranoid
Shot down by armed forces
And all alone I the severed head
Am watching
Not making a sound
Just watching
As the people die one by one
The dead ones killing
With smiles on their faces
Live ones soon to be dead
Cower in fear at their terrifying grimaces
The way they moved
Like marionettes gone wild
Puppets on strings with minds of their own
Nevertheless they were as mindless as could be
The people cowered and the dead just killed
They didn't seem to care much
So I guess they just killed
Nothing more nothing less
If they were hungry I suppose they ate
And all those armed force guys could do was wait
To be eaten or killed
Probably both
Some fried or grilled
I guess that's what the fire was for
Anyway that's all I got
Of the story of the day of the dead who are not
And I the lonely severed head
Well I got burned in that fire in that bed
Of the stupid guy
Who failed when he tried
To save the day from the dead ones I guess
But that's another story
For now I must rest
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Submitted by hitalot on November 09, 2017

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme ABCDEFAGHGIGDAFJKLMNONPQQNRNSTTAAUVPMW
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,106
Words 229
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 38

Mario William Vitale

Mario William Vitale is a twentieth century poet. He has developed a style of free verse. Has written over one thousand poems. more…

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