Sunday, December 12, 2010

Zombie 30/30, Poem 11

We missed the pundits
by week three, after moments
like the botched zombie kill.

The shock jocks either ran out
of excuses or just ran.
The religious had pause
for lack of a rapture.

Instead of smugness
we felt our own stupidity
and helplessness over our
survival skills found in
action movies we didn't
even believe in.

Our sense of incompetence
long stemmed by the fact
that our lives were held back
even being silently destroyed
by powers we couldn't control.

The last bit of revenge
was that nothing was behind
the big-reveal curtain, not even us.

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