I’ve seen it coming for days

there’s an army out  there,

they’re shambling towards us.

The rat-men are on the march.

I can see their dead eyes from here,

blinking at the light. They lick their lips

long black tongues-they’re hungry, hungry.

I think they want to rule the world.

You can see the trail they leave,

the beauty of the earth dies as they pass

they snarl over the pickings.

There’s nothing I can do

I have no time to pack

I think I know their plans.

Their advance guard talked policy

under my window last night.

I heard their lizard voices.

They said, after the battle

emissaries will come down from the north

to direct the executions.