ZOMBIE DAWNING

a Shakespearean sonnet with a very non-Elizabethan theme.

The zombies are coming; no one knows why �"

no time to ponder such things anyhow.

Apocalypse gives us no time to cry.

Survival is all we can think of now.

 

They hunt for us in slow, relentless mobs

and push past all our barricades by force.

We stifle our screams and swallow our sobs

to realize we are just their food source.

 

There may exist a ruling, safe elite �"

the privileged who caused our current woes

and watch us as we’re torn apart like meat �"

but likely they’re no better off.  Who knows?

 

For us, they won’t sweep in to save the day.

To them, we never mattered anyway.