Nothing but Bones

by Rosey Balser
(Digby, Nova Scotia, Canada)

The demons come,
hundreds,
even thousands,
all looking
for something,
no one knows what.
They slay our armies,
losing very few themselves.
Blood,
screams,
terror,
death.
They keep marching forward,
continuing their search.
I now know
what they want,
what they're looking for
is me.
I step forward,
and they see me instantly.
They all lunge forward,
clawing,
biting,
trying to get to me first.
I die
almost instantly,
as one rips off my head.
I watch
as they
devour my body,
and when I was
nothing but bones,
they finally left.