The bodies were strewn across the road,
an ocean of corpses;
and somewhere down the way
a drowning boy,
water filling his lungs,
was whispering for help.

The car continued down the road
riding over each fierce wave of corpses.
Flies swarmed over the vast Red Sea
coming to rest on wandering remains.

A devious fog was slowly attacking
the harmless, motionless bodies.
It rested upon their lips and suffocated them,
smothering them in The Forgotten.

The news team was getting prize-winning footage
as the cameraman zoomed in on a bloody woman,
frozen in a paralysis of dread.
The camera glided to a girl,
clinging to her mother’s neck,
her innards splayed across the two of them.

The wife gasped, “Honey, look what’s on TV.
It’s terrible.”
Then she turned back to the table,
and continued to eat her dinner.