Poetry

[Sage]

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So, for this Creative Writing course at my university, my final portfolio was comprised of a short story called Insolvent Earth, along with a poetry collection of three poems, one called Avarice, one Softly Spoken Lies, and one called Section 249.2.

Somehow I managed a B+ on this assignment.

The following is a poem about zombies.

Avarice

Sullen eyes and bloody fingernails,
Shuffling footsteps and inconsolable wails,
Cold, around an unbeating heart,
Mottled flesh, grey and dark.

Attention piqued, a spark of life in a soft, warm cage,
Sudden awareness, curiosity bathed in rage,
From the blackness, an inhuman shriek,
Voracious flurry, renders the formidable weak.

Screams and madness and fury and blood,
Flesh and bone and body break beneath the unliving flood,
Masses of dead-but-not-dead swarming the living,
No quarter or solace or refuge from these creatures unforgiving.

The fallen have risen and they hunt the living spark,
Industries gone silent and cities gone dark,
Hope a myth lost in seas of blood and gore,
The zombies ate your friends, and they’re looking for more.