UNNNNNGH, by Auburn Blessing

Spotted this zombie poem while flipping through the pages of All Poetry.  I know it’s supposed to be about the undead, but the more I read it the more it reminds me of my horrible, soul-sucking office life.  Poor corporate zombie, me!

UNNNNNGH…

Stumbling along
With forgotten flesh falling from slumped shoulders
The undead rule the day and the night
Never sleeping
Never stopping

Blank eyes
And drooling lips
They hunger for muscle and humanity
Hoping to satisfy
An undead lust for death

They come in all forms
Of your friends and your beloved
Small and large
They blunder in packs
Seemingly harmless
But their teeth will not break on your bones

You can run
You can fight
But you can’t escape
A hungry society of brainless people
Trying their best to tear you apart