Zombies
No wonder our dreams have grown dark
We’re living in our own film-noir
Claws extend from every cloud
And grip our very hearts
They hold our minds in iron jaws
As we become disposable corpses
Icy eyelights staring out
From the murk of a distant forest
Our fear of what we might become
Inspires our creations
Comedies of denial for us
Warning lights for generations
Dumbly obeying our masters
In rotting inanimate bodies
No wonder our dreams have grown dark
We’ve chosen to be zombies
June 27, 2020
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2020
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