We Took Their Zombies

By | 1 April 2010

I was flying over Sydney in a giant zombie.
(it's fun to take zombies
& stay up all night)
Sydney zombies
are white and angry-tongued, but
I am still
the black zombie of trespass on alien waters.
Things looked bad.

Your zombie calls, and you answer it: your
lank zombie, dank zombie,
chafe in its crotch and sores in its hair.
(it's important to be zombie
but not to be
 too cute about it.) Together
we eat
bread & stewed zombie –
It's surprisingly easy to cook a zombie now.
I can iron shirts too.

My zombie lives in a house where nobody has ever died.
To the wind it says, ‘They have eaten me alive.’

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