Resurrected

 

Down here where the beetles crawl

Where the leaves of autumn fall

A spider’s web of veins uncoil

To animate the resurrected

 

Sap permeates the ancient heart

A life’s blood for another start

Coursing through the body

Of the newly resurrected

 

Orbs of light spark into eyes

The keening of a newborn’s cries

Escapes the brittle twisted lips

The corrupt brain is resurrected

 

Knotted joints creak and crack

Straw and sawdust in a sack

Of lifeless jumble sewn together

The body of the resurrected

 

It sees the world but doesn’t see

It hears the prayer but not the plea

It is the spawn of devilment

The cruel resurrected

 

It drags itself from stagnant ditch

The bastard child of autumn’s witch

Its voice is like a gravel pit

it is the resurrected