The last poem of A SHAMBLE OF ZOMBIES

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They eat as many of us as they can.
And then they slowly start to fall to bits.
It’s a slow process. Cell by cell it hits.
Bones disconnect. They stumble. In a span

of weeks they will be rot, tatter and shard.
Some of us live. We hide. We eat cold food
from cans. Snare and kill rabbits. In a wood
we have a cabin. Our survival’s marred

by what we’ve lost. The cities turn to dust
take art books music with them. We forget
all that we were,or loved or hoped for. Yet
the worst of all the things we lose is trust.

All strangers are the dead returned. Our fear
will go on killing, year by bloody year.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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3 Responses to The last poem of A SHAMBLE OF ZOMBIES

  1. ffutures says:

    Loved the whole series. Weird thought – pitch it to Vertigo as a one-off comic, each poem with a double-paged drawing, no other text.

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