Lowercasemmmmmm

the death of a zombie

I’m not that sure how or when it happened
turning from life to death
like the lull of slow ambient birdsong
creeping up your spine and neck
the shutters came down before me
awnings retracted as sunlight burns
flesh once warm is now cold to touch
the death of a zombie is no end to this curse

I guess I will never go to a zombie funeral, as much as I would like to in my lifetime. But at least I have a lifetime.

indeed you do, sir...and may it be a long one!

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