Zombies

Hands pushing through the silty mud
lungs full of earth and clotted blood,
eyes white, hair falling away in patches
all the ragged rising up in masses.
Isn’t this what you fear?
Isn’t this what you fear?

No thoughts left except “survive”,
boarded up windows, a handful left alive,
all the world against you now;
the food chain reforged, and how.
Isn’t this what you fear?
Isn’t this what you fear?

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