Shadows moving after midnight, the snakes awake from their crypts. The black rain falls, and the zombies dance like lepers melting in the hissing steam. A Stovepipe hat for a skull-faced bokor, the magic, painted artifacts and stolen trinkets are gleaming, a dirty bag of grave dust pretending to be sleeping.
Headless chickens lay still in a mud church, the bloody feathers drift like unholy angels. Candles flicker, the demons awake, the purple tongues protruding and bleeding, the slit veins are alive and healing.
The body shivers and shakes, the chest coughs as it rises. The cold air is empty, and waiting. Light pours like a rusty faucet in a sink, there are sharp fissures opening in the curled yellow linoleum floor. White smoke, escaping spirits and a cloud of flies swarm from the cracks, the bruised and canary colored body bloats with insects and razors swallowed under the pale skin.
Dead eyes open, and the howling begins.
The other side of the rainbow is dancing and freezing, far away-the sandy shoreline dotted with lovely funeral skulls and busted brick statues. A pistol cracks - echoed by firecrackers exploding, the ceremony begins.
A burnt Haitian sunrise, a vintage disco suit in a trash bag, fancy crocodile shoes, sunglasses and a fake watch. A necklace with a hazy pendant of a moonbeam, littered trash and cremated debris. Priestly birds hover in the light breeze.
Daybreak, daylight-dreaming nightmare, broken gray urns wailing. The elderly eyes never blink, a rust-scarred and badly battered truck arrives, the engine grumbling, gurgling and dying. The swollen and pregnant crowd parading, and singing psalms close behind. A sky full of ashy flowers and the clouds burst overhead, another empty wood coffin floating for the freshly undead.