Zombie Land

October 12, 2012

Beatrix Potter won’t potter anymore,
she’ll simply drag her feet and moan.

Peter Rabbit’s caught in the head lights,
one of big ears, ears is gone.

The day the zombies came to town
everyone pretended they’d gone away.

Tom and Jerry went to heaven
and came back
with hand grenades.

The shopping centres are imploding,
the library’s surrounded,
the gallery’s closed,

pound shops are glowing
with electrical silence.
The hospital’s a crime scene,
with blood on the walls.

The day the zombies came to town,
they came wearing dresses and suits of grey,
they came absent minded with sleep in their satchels,
reaching out arms with sledgehammer grace.

The zombies of Fleet Street are coming to get you.
The zombies of High Street are laying you low.
Zombies in the house and zombies in the cellar.
Zombies in the system, zombies on the news.

The zombies of parliament are slack jawed and mumbling.
The zombies are walking in the corridors of law.
The dead things have risen, to feed on the living.

Christopher Rob-n
has lost an eye;

the benefits are lacking
work is scarce.

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