Saturday, December 14, 2013

A Good Zombie (Poem 256)

being silenced is funny 
that way    in the way hippies used 
to say it was important to express your 
when they really meant:
be a good zombie, and follow 
the program: stagger, shed a chunk 
of flesh, eat brains, and do not think 
for yourself     or have any untoward 

so, when 
the apocalypse comes and we 
all buy balloons and cotton candy 
and politely welcome 
the oncoming giant meteor 
or, perhaps, 
take smirking selfies with a cloudburst 
of nuclear missiles raining down from 
the blue, blue sky 
over our right shoulders 
no one should be 

in the same way that 
no one should shout 
he  is  so  angry 
he is so angry    for fear of frightening 
the very people who urged him to 
express his 
because to be angry is 
to have an anger problem
to be very sad is
to be clinically depressed
to prefer tea to wine is
to be uninvited    because 

obviously that person
does not know how to enjoy himself
and makes the drunks 
uncomfortable    it's funny 

how that works     
isn't it

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Zombies as portrayed in George Romero's movie Night of the Living Dead 

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