Zombie Sonnet 1

Before there were hordes of them pounding hungrily on the doors
Of the mall, before there were thousands upon thousands
Of them choking the highways and leaving the bones of entire
Cities behind in their wake, there were just a few.
Just a few survivors trapped in a house.
Just a few zombies coming after them.
And that was enough.  The idea of the dead returned
To life, hungry for the flesh and organs of their former kin
Was enough to terrify, to chip neatly away
At the fragile illusions that underpin our reality.
In the end we find that the true monsters,
The truly dangerous ones, will always be the living.
Poor Ben.  To see everyone else die while you lived,
Only to be shot, mistaken for the creatures you fought.

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