Decaying Delight

Decaying, swaying

Feeling the beat

Fears begin as they emerge on their feet

Grass tears as the dirty hands rise

Through the damp soil, view of insides

Townsmen hide from the ghastly sight

As the pales ones rise for one last night

Jubilant and fun

Not hurting a one

Townswomen grab their babies with care

Husbands running with wind in their hair

Axes in hands to ruin it all

Never more these fears of the fall

Bodies laugh not seeing the men

Axes swing at the newly found friends

Back from the dirt from which they arrived

Never again a chance to survive.

Reviews

[Plexiglass]

I like this poem because I am terrified of zombies. I also like it because I haven't read many poems about zombies and certainly never on where the zombies don't hurt anyone. So I like your subject matter and your originality. I like the rhyme but I don't think it always works as in the case with "a one" and so on. It kind of distracted me. Also, I thought some of the lines were worded oddly and I'll just point out the major ones for me which was line 13, and the last two. Shouldn't it be "back to"? but I'm not sure. Anyway cool piece.