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uncle John isn't in bed

he sems to have been moved

aunt Mary nailed the basement shut

keeping him from view

uncle John is on the floor

with a hammer through his lungs

my aunt is sleeping peacefully

but the night has just begun

life returns

superstition intervenes

his hand begins to move

removes the weapon from his flesh

his savage gaping wound

all that I remember hearing

the sound of broken brones

draggin himself up the stairs

and gnawing through the door

life returns

aunt Mary's on the stairs

thick mats of blood and hair

but uncle John you're dead

that's what aunt Mary said