The Day of the Dead

by Zachary Putman
(Phelan, California)

Horrifying images pass through the mind
Mingling and mixing and leaving you blind
Thoughts of the past swim into sight
Leaving your mind consumed by fright

The living dead dance through your dreams
From their bones, the light of the moon gleams
Demons and devils join in their fun
Making you toss and turn until evening is done

Corpses fill the ground at their feet
Making clickings and clackings that move with their beat
Their stares, like spears, pierce through your soul
Making your skin crawl and your blood boil

This is the tale come the day of the dead
The songs of rememberance and the prayers that are said
So sleep well, young child, and by morning they'll go
And enjoy this night-time, undead show