Zombie Poetry

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This isn’t much but on the double occasion of World Zombie Day and National Poetry Day, I think I would do my toe into a poem about Zombies:

Zombie,
Walker,
Rotter.
Slimy, slushing, smooshy.
Brainless, hairless,
Skinless.
Rabid.
Wants all the things
All the time.
Not knowing what
It wants.
It wants what was,
But not remembering
What that was.
Or what it is.

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