Through the Wall, Night
By: C.S. Ward
I would like to stay in the cool
grey background of the movie
Night of the Living Dead.
Beyond all the killing,
I noticed some
beautiful vistas.
I pushed away
a slow arm and walked
over a small hill.
As the moon rose, my students
appeared. The snake moving
through the skulls is to be trusted,
I tell them as their minds
drift in the night air.
One student slowly raises his hand
and for a minute, I think
he is going to attack Sally.
It turns out this farm was owned
by Rich’s great grandfather and
no one has ever been murdered here.
Image by: Tua Zero
