Zombie # 1
When did he steal your soul, zombie?
What wicked sorcerer drained you?
Poured your soul out, a libation
An offering, slow, sweet and black
For the dead who eat the dead and
Never grow full, some dark rum for
The bloodless devils that live in
The emptiness left inside you?
Zombie, look at you. Can you see
Your reflection in a pool of rain
Water or a mirror when your
Stolen soul is not your own soul?
Does a dead man watch from the glass?
Can he see you fade into ash?
What rider drives your head zombie
And makes you think you drive alone?
Zombie # 2
New boots cross the waxed floor.
He looks down and sees his face
Clean shaven, brown and bending
Beneath the rubber soles.
He pushes the corners of his lips
Down to hide the joy that pricks
His skin. Delighted to be under
The eyes of grateful civilians,
He can feel his pants fabric stiffen
At the thought of rapid discharges
And the recruiter’s promise of
All the foreign pussy he can fuck.
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