The cadavers jolted, conducting prose.
Typewriters twisted, screeching, clashing, bound
To crush, to twist, to scream, squall, squeal, and grate
Under moonlight, grinning, sadistic beast.
Crashing: “Ick” and “eck” and “eek”; ’twas sane, thus.
Terrors tremble and cackle and grind grins.
The wretched beasties should be put down to rest.
But death frightens grins happily jittered.
Troves potentially store soiled matter.