15 February 2014

Undeath (poem)

(written in university)

In Babylon
There is no death
Because of this
There is no life

Airtight caskets
And concrete walls
Keep us out
Of the food chain

Which is also
Called by others
The sacred hoop
And circle of life

By holding back
Food for the worms
Life's sacred hoop
Is torn apart

And we find that
When the circle
Closes again
We are outside

In not dying
We cannot truly live
We Americans
Have all become
The walking undead

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