Poetry

zombie

By Wallace - 28 March 08

shooting, shrieking stars of suffering
anguish amidst our angst
we angry apparitions who dance
moving in misery
mercurial motions of the zombie mob
present yet history
rotting and robbed

cohesive absent cognizant thought
crazed easily by carnal delights
fleshy flights of fancy
enthralled, entranced, endless
such frenzied fantasies glut our corrupt minds
while trace memories attract us
with the artifacts of life

plummeting into a bottomless pit
bound by ethereal, eternal night
smiling still as we slide and swirl
hungering for our humanity
incomplete, needing, greeding
feeding
never full