Zombies
I used to think zombies
were brainless creatures
leaping from the grave
hell-bent on destruction,
ripping innocents open
to suck down their intestines
like spaghetti noodles
just because they liked to hear the screams.
But now I know
they destroy innocence
because they just can't see it
and the noodles
they slurp down because
they're looking for
the big red meatball
that pulses warmly
at the center of being,
and they yearn for the comfort
of the grave they've
been banished from.
It's not their brains they're missing.
It's their hearts.
4 comments:
Put's a new spin on "If I only had a heart"! Good stuff.
Thanks, bro. It's a funny poem about heartbreak. I think.
Oh my. What a thought. Brother K, only YOU could find this poem.
I don't think it is about heartbreak. I think it is about life. And the different lot people are given.
On second thought, I wonder what happened to the writer for him to have this epiphany... how did he come to realize what zombies really are?
Am I thinking too much about this?
love it.
Actually this is my poem! I found it in my head. I'm kind of glad that I got it out of there, let me tell you. By the way . . . did you say . . . epiphany? I'm going outside for a smoke. Thanks for loving my poem.
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