Come forth
thundered heaven
the summons heard
they did

what better way
to plague man
than with man
neither locust nor flies
nor darkness would
suffice this go round

some called it
the Year of the Toad
as certain amphibians
lie dormant during
dry seasons returning
with the rains just as
they returned casting
off their shrouds of Earth
no longer captives
to the ground
others, less poetic,
named it
the Year Without End

they came

some crawling
some on rotted stumps
shambling mounds of decayed flesh
skeletons of their former selves

they saw

at least the ones still in possession
of theirs eyes did
others, victim to the worm and time,
made their way on instinct
even a blind predator
will find prey

they digested

as much as toothless jaws,
jawless faces and
bloodless, nonfunctioning
organs would allow

It was a resurrection parade
like no other
recycled citizens emptying from
their necropolitic cities to
make room for new occupants
the unliving embodiment
of consumerism with the
emphasis on consume

and they did

The meek lost
their inheritance
now sole property
(soul property)
of the dead
END

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Brian Rosenberger was last seen in the company of Sushi, a featured dancer at Innsmouth’s infamous Thrills and Gills Gentleman’s Club. Prior to that, his writings appeared or will be appearing in Cthulhu Sex Magazine, Erotic Tales V. 2, Blackest Death V. 3, Twisted Cat Tales and more. He also authored the chapbook Poems that Go SPLAT. Updates concerning his current whereabouts can be found at http://home.earthlink.net/~brosenberger.