The Dead Days

by Stephen Paden

Choking through the heat wave
Of another blistering day
Hell is brought here to us
In the form of gunshots
On another blistering day
Setting sun no comfort
Even in the night we’ll despair
Hell has frozen
But it ain’t over
the smell of death fills the air
this quiet wasteland
a pale white against the night
see the flashes over head
white lightening flashes of light
hear the thunder waken
the dead to its call
feel the ground shaking
as the dead start to crawl
crying now at the morning
no comfort left in the sun
feel the blisters burning
our aching feet will run
across the landscape
of the dunes of the sand in our eyes
feel burning sun’s hate
singe the flesh from eternity’s eye

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