The Dead Have Gone Wild.

The dead have gone wild,
Sweeping remnants across the fissured earth.
Hoarse moans retch through the winds, bearing children.

The dead have gone wild,
Roaming with dirty knives and suffering eyes,
In tumbledown trucks.

The dead have gone wild,
An indescribable frost hounds their presence.
It is devoid of weather,
It causes lively minds to shiver.

The dead have gone wild,
With predatory determination,
Prowling with hungered haste.

And oh!
Our frantic repulsion!

Dare we lay the wild dead to rest?