Mourning Army

Searching, feeling for the greater warmth
Tiny obstacles transforming to brooding mountains
The army, one by one scavenges the land
Patented in black armor, scaling endless landscape
Millions, infinite numbers of soldiers
The death of a great force contained in a bottle
Corpses shrivel and legs flail
Suction cupped to life, clinging to what was once
Skeletal mounds left yet still black masses march on
Aware of certain massacre
The Call multiplied by fallen comrades
Joining the dead
This army will never rest
No burial, no end of faith.