Dream by Aaron Flyn

Dream

The sharp and scarlet fence droops,
and its sign
proclaims, in dire letters, a warning to all
who would seek to climb
and clamber
into the ragged
fields beyond
where the disem-
bodied
heads of youngsters peer above
sallow grass, their screams echo
through the twilit air. A sour breathy breeze
stirs the pollen from the grass,
and on the sharp and scarlet fence
that nobody should pass
its sign which reads
SHADOWERS EXPECT DYING