My whole Sunday has passed in torment and hell.
I waited for Optimum to ring the bell.
I’ve been in hell for a week already.
This is not me being mean or petty.
No phone or internet for a week.
I’ve been so upset I couldn’t sleep.
Many hours later, I heard the news.
No one was coming to relieve my blues.
They might return Tuesday or maybe not.
Who needs the internet on days so hot?
“Death to Optimum,” I say.
Time is past for them to pay.
Blood will fall if they don’t fix their mistakes.
I can see a few heads sitting on stakes.
Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.
All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.
Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.
Run for your life if you still can.
Danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They did not come to play.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist