Month: August 2010

Zombie # 1 and # 2

Zombie # 1

When did he steal your soul, zombie?

What wicked sorcerer drained you?

Poured your soul out, a libation

An offering, slow, sweet and black

For the dead who eat the dead and

Never grow full, some dark rum for

The bloodless devils that live in

The emptiness left inside you?

Zombie, look at you. Can you see

Your reflection in a pool of rain

Water or a mirror when your

Stolen soul is not your own soul?

Does a dead man watch from the glass?

Can he see you fade into ash?

What rider drives your head zombie

And makes you think you drive alone?

Zombie # 2

New boots cross the waxed floor.

He looks down and sees his face

Clean shaven, brown and bending

Beneath the rubber soles.

He pushes the corners of his lips

Down to hide the joy that pricks

His skin. Delighted to be under

The eyes of grateful civilians,

He can feel his pants fabric stiffen

At the thought of rapid discharges

And the recruiter’s promise of

All the foreign pussy he can fuck.