Undead and unseen,
A spirit within and beneath me covers my house.
I'm sure you can see the remnants,
Dried and aged,
Fossils of last week,
You won't have to look hard.
And it's likely you'll remark on my softer edges,
Stronger heart,
Balance and grace
As my loved ones
Dance through aftershocks.
But you can't, and I won't let you,
Gaze too long at the shadow,
Changing shape faster than the sun.
At night it takes shape
In the dense trappings
Of pieces that fit together, all too well.
The invisible zombie is taller than me, thinner, with even less hair.
He walks slowly because he's not in a hurry.
He wears a t-shirt that reads:
"Alone, I can fix this."
And on the back:
"Asking for help defeats the purpose."
When alive, he was a lifeguard.
Now he just hides,
Dreaming of souls to carry
And brains to devour.
I'll be honest, I've read this several times and enjoy the enigma of it...
Posted by: Carrie | April 28, 2008 at 09:59 AM
Great stuff.
Posted by: Subhangi | April 29, 2008 at 04:21 AM
Yes, enigma.
Posted by: Kimski | May 01, 2008 at 04:53 AM