We the Zombies

We the Zombies

We the zombies are shambling around,
Scraping the ankle of yesteryear
Across the street, against the ground,
We haul the stench of fright and fear;
We the zombies are wearing the crown.
What lives is life, what’s dead is dead;
If decay consumes the bodies soul,
Its putrid flesh corrupts the head,
The slipping skin escapes our skull.
And we’re living the words the gravestones said.