[Hiarhu]: 631.Puppet Master

Neurons fire
Muscles twitch
Another nerve is plucked
Breath is drawn
Hurried discussion
In a vile lounge
And around the heart
Death releases it’s cold grip
Beneath frozen lids
Conciseness stirs
The empty shell fills
Fills with boiling blood
Putrid gasses
Become breath
Against the Creators will
The eyes open and sight returns
With a vulgar smile
It rises
It’s fresh body flowing obscenely
A laugh as shattered as echo
A mocking glance skyward
Then a solemn look below
Below where the blood still thickens
It sniffs the air
Burns it inside it’s nostrils
Breaths out pestilence
From its’ dark corner it steps
Steps from crypt and cradle into sunlight
Jauntily kicking spent shell casings aside
With a sigh it retrieves it’s books from the dirt
Then with a gentle laugh of amusement
I watch my would be killers backs as they hurry on
And I wonder
When will they ever learn?