Zombie 1

The worst thing would be this. To feel the bite
growing inflamed, the poison spreading through
your blood. You lose your mind; your body too
becomes a stranger. And of course you fight.

Remember strawberries’ crush on your tongue,
Sing Mozart to yourself – La Ci Darem
La Mano. Plead with friends and then watch them
recoil in horror, It will not be long.

The virus eats you. And then you eat brains.
You shamble and you groan and you decay.
You have no longer anything to say
with all that wit and charm. And of the pains

you feel, the worst as beauty, brilliance go
to rot, will be to be that thing , and know.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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8 Responses to

  1. crazycrone says:

    That’s actually quite scary!

  2. lovingboth says:

    I don’t often comment on the poetry, but the zombie pair (so far!) are also fabulous.

  3. docbrite says:

    I kind of feel like this right now, actually.

  4. rosefox says:

    Sounds like depression, or Alzheimer’s.

  5. i_kender says:

    Fyi docbrite aka Poppy Z Brite posted a response:


  6. lyonesse says:

    super creepy! can i link to this?

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