the bodies transform
as the electricity of
their ears reaches the
brain and wakes it
from its eternal sleep

as the horror washes
over them, the pupils
dilating and increasingly
gaping mouths, the
faces freeze as if stone,
so much more an
imitation of death

each time now,
the increasing beat,
brings only more
to the suffering of
these human-esque
forms

but that first sounding
always has the most
power, for even the
mountains, mighty as
they are, cannot deny
the shaking deep in
their core which can
turn them to rubble
and, in respect, they
always turn to face
it