This poem was inspired by this brilliant Pavement art for the theme of Halloween, submitted to Gooseberry Gardens Poetry Picnic
Cracks !!!
Halloween approaches as autumn encroaches
The structures of all worlds fractured and torn
No-one or nothing prepare for what is to be born,
In the heavens above are gods who are misunderstood
Us 'twixt between, angry at governments, not good!
Then there is those way down below,
Where no mortal man wants or dreams to go.
Awaiting this date to avenge their fate.
Small cracks which have appeared
Things needing mending but mere mortals sneer,
Allowing their societies to riot, spread notoriety,
The undead seize their chances to walk amongst men
Hoping their gods may this time pardon them,
They are the undead condemned to fiery hell,
A peaceful existence would not bode well
The murders, rapists and all of life's scum
Become the undead or zombies if they don't succumb
To an ordered pleasant reality
A human race, loving and respecting community.
But those cracks that have appeared in our earthly existence,
Negate our guarantee of evil resistance!
So if pavement cracks suddenly appear
Scream loudly scream out in fear
In hope that your fellow man
Will help you fight evil if he can
But the horror of this world
Is that people's ability for empathy is unfurled
Evil is not the zombies or the undead
Fear only those that breathe instead !
