the ragged restless dead

as the hour creeps to midnight
and the lights go out all round
comes a shuffling and a moaning
from unconsecrated ground
can you hear it ask the mothers
as they crawl into their beds
can you feel it ask the fathers
as they shake their shaggy heads
there are stories of the bad days
when the night was no ones friend
when to turn an ill-judged corner
would lead you to your end
and those stories oh we’ve heard them
in the depth of darkest night
and those of us all tucked up
shiver with delight
for we know that in our houses
locked behind strong walls
we have nothing we need fear
when the savagery calls
but this time are you certain
for I hear the faintest roar
and somewhere in the distance
the demolition of a door
and perhaps this is the time
of which we all have read
and at last we get to greet them
the ragged restless dead

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11 Comments

  1. Don’t be spooked, it’s just the wind …
    (oops, pardon me šŸ˜³ )

    I liked the rolling rhythm (or whatever poets call it šŸ˜‰ ) of this one, Sun šŸ˜€

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    • Consider yourself pardoned šŸ˜€

      Thank you, I would say the flow, or rhythm, of it. But this poem was one of the very few that I composed as fast as I could (two finger) type it, so it flowed out of me the same way as it reads šŸ˜ˆ

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  2. abikertoo

     /  November 19, 2012

    Weyulkeum tew Zawmbeeramma, izz gud foar doez taiyknee liddl tykkl fyngrz ob feer dansdansdansun awn yeur spaiyun!!

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    • I owe you thanks for this poem, when I saw your comment on “release” the title “the restless dead” popped into my head, so I noted it down, and a few hours later this appeared šŸ˜€

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  3. damommza

     /  November 19, 2012

    This is prehaps the scariest, tingliest poem you have ever written!! You need to go back to the “waywayback” machine and write it the week before Halloween!! Most excellent and awesome with side of “clappity” and a sprinkle of sue perb! šŸ˜€ šŸ˜€

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    • Thank you šŸ˜€ I did think to myself “why couldn’t you have written this for halloween?” but the poems work to their own timetable, I have no say in the matter šŸ˜€

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  4. icanhasanimlols

     /  November 19, 2012

    Well sonovawot, halloween or no halloween, this one is fantastic! I love the imagery.

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  5. Bernard

     /  November 19, 2012

    Nicely done. For me it called up images of some of Gahan Wilson’s artwork and Gorey’s verses. BIGBEN

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  6. icanhasanimlols

     /  November 20, 2012

    Well said BigBen. Ai have been watching US tv series “Grimm” and this poem brought me to the Black Forrest in midieval Austria/Germany-ish? Ai lubs mi sum dawk midieval stowies!

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