The Dead

The Dead

A Poem by Quinn W

Taken by lines in 'The Diviners' by Libba Bray.

In the graveyards, the dead lay sleeping with eyes open.
He spoke to the crows, the rocks, the trees, the rivers, the hills. 
He spoke in many tongues and in a language beyond words.
In their graves, the dead listened.
The blood seeped into the fertile ground drop by drop.
The dead heard.
"The time is now."
Seen by no one but the wind.
Heard by no one but the walking dead.

© 2018 Quinn W

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Added on July 26, 2018
Last Updated on July 26, 2018


Quinn W
Quinn W


I have always enjoyed reading. It has taught me many things others just can't explain to you. It has also fueled my love of writing. I love writing short stories, they're my creative outlet, Mom would.. more..

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