A Dead Place
Don Gordon
They
I awake
All of
Drowning in grey paste
Them
Pinned to concrete
They're all
I awake to wasted
Dead
To dawn
All dead
Facing down
They're all dead
Dawn
Dead
Down
The dead faces
A dead place
The dead
Wretched weaving
Awake
Skull heaving
They
Spit slicked streets
Remain
Sky taste steel
The dead
Colour bled away
Will never die
Stagger past graves
The dead
Greyness
Greyness
Arise
Skin peeling paint
The dead
With hate
Called forth
Obey
Chosen
Swaying
Heeding
Blind lust
Driven
Ravenous
The dead
Rotting husks
Laughing
Are us
The dead
Are us
The dead
Survive
Dead
And alive
Dead
Alive
Alive
Dead