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