resurrection

 

quiet as a severed tongue, no sounds bloom from the field
of malignant battle. stealthy phantoms linger in bloated

shadows, hushed in bloodstained grasslands cradling the
butchered and decaying dead as the night’s pearly light

ushers in their sudden and welcomed metamorphous.
motionless UFO hovers mutely in the star-draped sky

as the mythical watchers survey the battleground below
from the lofty perch of their majestic carriage, observing the

dead as they emerge from ravaged and discarded flesh.
moonbeams bounce off the silver hull as the sight gobbles

the attention of attentive toads crooning in the marsh,
serenading warrior souls rising in the gentle night.