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Lights flicker non-stop,
Bodies block my way.
Darkness shows the truth
Never seen by day.
Horror clogs my throat,
A weak cry creeps out.
“How did I get here?”
I run as I shout.
Arms reach for me.
They want me to stay.
I refuse to join
the games The Dead play.
THE DEAD GAME
This what happens to me
when I watch too many
horror movies.
The mannequins are alive!
Their eyes follow me.
They taunt me.
I’ll use the fireplace poker.
They’ll never follow me again.
And I’ll be free.
No!
Its arm is still moving!
Plumbers and Gasfitters Employees’ Union Building, Melbourne, Graeme Gunn, 1968-71.
A COMPLICATED NIGHT
The street lights refuse to glow on this dark night,
adding to my increasing shivers and fright.
I should not have agreed to come here
in darkness crippling me with fear.
Through the lit window, I spot a figure.
The shadow moves closer and grows bigger.
My hand lifts to grasp the railing,
then both my arms are flailing.
A bullet has grazed my left shoulder,
leaving the pain behind to smolder.
My right-hand reaches across to staunch the blood
as I turn to flee before my tears can flood.
I zigzag through the deserted streets of the town,
all the while praying that no others are around.
Life of a spy is not an easy one,
like a roller coaster without the fun.
Straight ahead stands another figure.
He signals for me not to linger.
My partner opens the passenger door for me.
I am on my way to get out of this scot-free.
Cypress Lawn Memorial Park | GarettPhotography
Evil waits for you and me
beneath the tall cypress tree.
It comes in the dark of night,
won’t leave without a good fright.
The mausoleum is dark.
We only came on a lark.
Time for us to run and go.
The wind says, “I don’t think so.”
THE DEAD GAME
Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925
The forest grows dark.
It has come alive.
Wooden arms reach for me.
Roots uncurl from the ground.
Trees shake and dance
to the moans of the wind.
Dark shadows follow me.
Moonlight teases me.
I’m trapped in hell,
where the sun doesn’t shine.
THE DEAD GAME
The moonlight shines on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the day from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME
Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance among the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath they are just bones and hair.
THE DEAD GAME
Puppet Master 2 (1991)
What do I see
as I wake from sleep?
A puppet watching me.
It creaks.
It groans.
Its head spins.
It can’t be real.
It’s a wooden puppet.
No one pulls its strings.
It speaks
in a deep voice.
It can’t be alive.
It says,
“Time to play.”
I run to the door.
It can’t be.
It stands before me,
taller than me.
It can’t be.
But it is.
It’s alive.
