Worms at my feet,
in my shoes,
in my socks...
I'm buried in my tunnel.
The ground keeping me in place.
The whole world shaking...
I'm one of the few still alive.
I told you
they were coming...
You just thought I had a wild imagination,
seen too many movies,
ate too much chili before bed.
Now you're gagging
with a long-fingered claw down your throat...
It especially doesn't feel good coming out the other end.
I'm watching from my hole in the ground,
hole in the head of the earth.
Sweet earth we have forsaken you.
They have landed in every land.
I have seen them with their masks off...
Hideous...
Alien butchers...
I close my eyes
listening
to their footsteps in the crumbling leaves...
crumbling civilization.
*****
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write, listen to his music, and dance late into the night. He was born in Fort Belvoir, Virginia. His parents are native Texans. He has lived most of his life in California. His poetry has appeared here and there and in-between... He is the editor of Dead Snakes at http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/
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