The graves were still most of the year
until the sun warmed the earth
then you could hear
the birds and the bees trumpeting an annual birth
the dirt shifted and stirred
a low moaning was heard
moldy, mottled hands burst from the ground
and corpses emerged from the burial mounds
Published on April 28, 2021
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NaPoWriMo Day 28: Transylvania in Spring
