Lurking

Like those we do not mention ingesting not in jest the living’s  intestines,
jaws the churning pistons of festering undead flesh-questing engines

an unblessed region infested with lurking legions of heathens,
mercilessly unleashing a murder season

Twisted, sordid rigor mortis hordist--doors boarded serve not as a fortress.
Attempt to ignore the relentless menace
and receive your penance as sustenance for repugnant ex morgue-tenants.