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The first sign was a coffin lid that squeaked, Then gurgling from a clay-impacted chest. Long-frozen joints, once loose, obscenely creaked. Putting aside disgust and fear, I pressed On to examine temperature and pulse. Subnormal readings only—and I found They had no reflexes, but would convulse At a car's klaxon, or a trumpet's sound. As for their minds, I am not optimistic— The slurred and halting speech showed deep confusion. Those who had flesh were gangrenous and phthisic. To sum it up, I've come to the conclusion That, though they are most certainly alive, They cannot gain their health back, much less thrive. by Joseph S. Salemi |