Zombie
And then it came in the final bang.
The future devastation when the last bird sang.
Eerie silence and dust filled air, toxic contamination too much
to bare.
What was before no longer known, a new species evolving
soon to roam?
Bereaved you’re spirit embraced the cold no longer a soul
but the devils gold.
Unsightly changes soon set in, popping veins and blistered
skin.
Heart turns black, no longer beats,
A zombie now stands on these two feet.
Copyright © Sam Jacobs | Year Posted 2024
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