The Irony Of The Zombie

The Irony Of the Zombie

People: the living dead or dead living?
I think the answer is clear, for one you can laugh with, the other fear.

We’ve all seen the movies, seen the big screen; watched all the images from rich to obscene. Of all these mad flavors, capering clown endeavors; I invite you to meditate, head shaved in lotus position upon the poor zombie’s condition.

Look in the mirror. What do you see?
I doubt it is rotting or oozing disease. No maggots writhing in muscles now mush
No gagging smell of gooey dead flesh. No eye balls missing, ears torn off
No holes a gaping; skin scars a’peppered.

Think of the zombie who has cosmetically, near definitely, most if not all, my previous panoply. She He It, it would seem, have little chance to be
Beauty Queen, King or It

They’ve only time for one contest; the Hunt.
They’re at it all day long, all night too. Most regrettably they hunt you.
Zombies you see, are just like you and me. They live to acquire all their heart felt desires. Only for them it’s your brain and body tissues.

For us it’s anything from A to Z. We all want to live most happily.
Whatever the wrapping or shape of the box; human beings are often ‘tween hard place and rocks. The condition of humanity is that of our zombie; to live from one buzz to another, always seeking Life’s sweet nectar, dumb to the rest.

Wake up most early, most every day, little to notice, little to say.
Due dates and deadlines are meant to be kept
Who cares about all of the rest? Who has time to notice life’s details?
Our lives they hang upon the very scales! Goals are set so that they may be reached. Without success we’d all be beached, upon the shore of failure,
to mourn all the things we used to ignore.

All the things we know as mundane might in truth, free us of pain.
If only in our surrender we find that which renders us happy, peaceful and sane.
Perhaps in letting go, and letting in, all there is to spin our hearts round,
our affections to win; We can find more with less, and live as with more, rather than just living frequently bored. All I hope is that we live less by rote. I hope we find something deep and find ourselves freed from all of life’s wants and desperate needs.