Friday, September 25, 2015

The zombie

A zombie walks this earth all day,
doing a little of this, and a little of that;
Waiting until night, night after night,
for the soul to come and re-unite

in the light of day,
spades dig out the corpse;
Clockwork makes the zombie go;
its hungry soul lurks beneath,
hoping for the dark,

waiting for its night.

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