Dolls Clock

by Matt Morgan

Hell came to earthAnd I watched itWe watched it. Watched the dead being summoned from the groundCancer ridden flesh, rot dripping formsBillions upon billions of life formsEvery each that had ever livedEvery each. Use your mind here, think. Every fucking each. Everything that had ever lived, no matter how ancientThe Necromancers called back into being. Bones, fossils, mountains burst open as the long buried, roseCliff faces broke, though the entire surface was made of pretty yellow and white butterfliesThings that had been separated by millions and billions, roseBlack flowers, rotten, the wicked black form of oilRising from depths, bursting from carsThe sea bed just fucking lifted. Life was smashed into a tiny pocketSurvivors saw their lovers fall and get right back up to RIP their hearts outAnd what did the Gods do?They sent me here, to let you know.They sent me here to make you lookAt the baby chickens, suffocating in the soilAnd the sharks, drowning at the bottom of their careers.Every life matters.Every life.Until that is understood, we walk toward our reckoning.

198 pages, Paperback

Published June 27, 2020