YOU ARE HORROR AND LIGHT by John Philip Johnson
October 29, 2011 Poetry Tags: poem
Before you wanted to kill us all the time
things were better, back when we were like siblings,
you, the normal older brother, with a soft spot
for us, your retarded kin. Except even then
you couldn’t hide your distaste for us.
Something about our staggering gait,
our blind stare, our groping outstretched arms
you didn’t like. Maybe our decaying flesh
made your skin crawl, and the thought
of what we do on Saturday nights
was too much for your gentle sensibilities.
Maybe our astounding strength threatened your ego,
or our relentless plodding insulted your sense of purpose.
Mother Theresa among the lepers you were not.
Plus, we got a hankering to eat your brains,
did I mention that? But what should we eat?
Dogs? Dandelions? What else in this abandoned,
black universe is there for the undead to eat except
the gray, wet joy of your brains? When the unholy sun
climbs into the sky like a boil swelling with puss,
the light scalding us and burning out our eyes,
you are the light, you are the terror we hunger for,
you are the destroyer, the monster, the one
we tell our rotted little children about,
the horror that hides at the heart of all things,
our deepest hunger, the font of light, living
and blooming, outpouring from your brains.
I’m not very good with poetry but I liked this one.
Comment by Pete Bevan on October 29, 2011 @ 2:31 pm
The poem made me hungry. My stomach just growled, it’s feeding time.
Comment by John the Piper's Son on October 30, 2011 @ 2:14 am
i love zombies
thank you and trust in the anti-zombie
Comment by buckalive on October 30, 2011 @ 9:35 am
The only poem i ever read fully on this site,
very good!
Comment by bong on October 30, 2011 @ 1:57 pm
Thanks all, glad you liked it. I like the dialogue this site has going.
Comment by John Philip Johnson on November 8, 2011 @ 2:14 pm