Zombies

I’ve been listening to my son pontificate about the game “Plants vs. Zombies” linking it to in his mind life, death, adoption, birth, safe, unsafe, real, not real, people we know, past pets, relatives, and fictional characters. That is probably where this came from. It has been the through line of his talks today. 

Mulching Everyday Zombies

Zombies are not real

At least that is what we feel

But I can tell you for one

That I have seen those

Who are not fun

They preen and pose

A fashion show of carrion

Brains exposed

Spilling out guts

Stuck in a rut

And rotten

Then there are those that wander

Bellowing deep thunder

To be heard coming a mile off

Like pigs grunting at the trough

They never shut up

And most often can be avoided

Unless cornered, that’s tough

I recommend you run

Bring love

Yes, zombies are never lovers

Or dreamers or really runners

They are slow stumblers

Grasping, stubborn lumberers

Falling to dust

They bust

From a small pea

Shot by me

My flower of sun

that is how they are stunned

They are hit through the heart