Next of Kin

Next of Kin

A Poem by KaBoKi Jankins

This poem is about us and the blind eye we turn. Days in and days out - see us turn into what's on the televisions

The dead B walking.

Pain receptors blocked.

Off to whereverness - somewhere - circling a block.

Not much in panicking about.

We're made this way...

~ KaBoKi

© 2014 KaBoKi Jankins

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Added on October 8, 2014
Last Updated on October 8, 2014
Tags: the society that surrounds me, a zombie story, poetry, stuck, wheel of life and hamsters, wake up, dead


KaBoKi Jankins
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