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The Zombie: A Poem

Updated on August 2, 2012

The Zombie


I pass out in the tub relaxed from the bath salts

Wake up on the asphalt beneath the over pass

Time passed perpetually faster

Herbs can cure cancer

Yet bath salts are legal

“Do not tamper”

On the label

My garments remain

In the hamper

At home in my bathroom

I become a mythical creature

Swimming through the sky

A tragic mixture of

Don Quixote and Mr. Hyde

Crawling on the sidewalk

My primitive feast is a face

I seek the brain within the skull

I break my teeth as I

Satisfy my hunger

Humanity is temporary

I transcend levels of reality

My attempt to defy gravity

Is a big success!

My heart beats rapidly

In my chest

Slain by justice

They see me as a monster

I regret the legacy

I hover above my body

As I lie dying naked

In the street

Tragic turn of events

How steep are the slopes

That lead to death

The Zombie

PWIV

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    • Alma Cabase profile image

      Alma Cabase 4 years ago from Philippines

      Hi!

      I love everything about Zombies and this is the first poem I read about them. This is sooo cool!

      Thank you for sharing it.

      Regards,

      Alma

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      Innuentendre 4 years ago from Houston, Texas

      Hello..Thank you Alma Cabase! A facinating creature for sure!

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