I've been an active (professional) member of the HWA for five years now, and even though not living in the USA limits my involvement some, I participate in online discussions, avidly follow the Stoker Awards, and got to hang out with members during a meet up at San Diego Comic Con in 2016. Now I've made one of their members only anthologies, meaning my poem is in excellent company.
"Revenants" is one of two poems that have come to me in a dream, more or less complete (the other is the much-reprinted "Mary"). I dreamed I was at a writing workshop at the NSW Writers Centre, woke up and it was all still there, in fairly good unrhymed iambic pentameter. I wrote it down and polished it up. Where the topical inspiration came from, I can't point to anything in particular. Perhaps it is a long-delayed reaction all that stuff by Lawson and Patterson I studied at school. But there it is. I hope that you enjoy this snippet!
"Each sunset, now inverted Autumn lies
as red and cold as murder on the fields,
the hoary squatter rides the bleeding trails.
His shapeless hat hides eyes like empty pits,
or so they say: his ancient duster sags
like blowfly strike across his horse's rump.
No dog for years, yet into night he rides,
beneath the old wind pump's abscissional blades..."