I found an old folder full of stuff, including a bunch of poems I wrote back in college. I’ll comb through it diligently to find some more good stuff. I think this was my first zombie poem. For more zombie stuff, please check out the several zombie stories in my book list.
My poor broken angel, buried in the yard
Eternity to tend the lush greens,
purples and reds of your garden.
A twin engine of lust half-winged
My over-brimming passions drowned you out. 5
Two fingers to your soft bruised throat
Confirmed the look in your tender eye.
That accusing stare that becried your crumbled heart
When only a moment before, I swear
Was filled with your undying lovingkindness. 10
Yea, the day is forever long that you left behind,
And all the darker the rest thereafter;
Choked I am from your presence.
Oh woe! for your beauty is consigned for alway to the scavenger beast
Of microscopic size that picks 15
And chooses and chews and—
What is it?
That unfamiliar scratch on the door,
From a stranger hand.
A monster’s sight behind thine knowing eyes! 20
Oh, beloved creature,
Take mercy upon me
Where I was excess
Leave me unmolested
For more than filth 25
And slime separate us.
The very walls of life and
Death are our barrier.
Leave not your stiff kisses
Upon my lips, O raised horror 30
Nor your degenerate stain upon my door
Grant me not the sounds
Of dirty utterances
No, I say! Speak not!
But instead I hear your soul-terrorizing answer 35
As you reach for me ‘most tenderly,
“I didn’t,” you say on,