#HowIDieInTheZombieApocalypse
By chant
Sat, 29 Aug 2015
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Screaming. Blood, bone,
bits of gristle stipple
the kerb, sunlight
slaking white faces
a queue of cars
scrunched, toppled
ambulance, siren blinking
tins tossed from stores
roadside a hissing
fire, bricked office
the museum revamped
by clubs
horror had come
staring walkers
scripture gibberers
hell-bent on building heaven
for zombies, they stalked us
like they hadn’t a say
their bite a bidding
to the hate game, no
let the dead bury the dead.
@ianjmclachlan
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Hard to leave a comment - 'excellent poem' seems a bit inadequate when the anger and sadness are bursting out of the structure. But it is an excellent poem and, sadly, spot on.
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