White Noise
Every station
ran the same thing
over and over
“This is not a test!”
All but one.A Christian station
Sermons interspersed with donation calls
twenty four hours a day.An atheist, she still listened
if only to hear a human voice
express an emotion
other than fear.Still, looking out at the
shambling masses that filled the street
she had to chuckle when the preacher
offered up eternal life
as some sort of reward.
Praise for White Noise:
These poems were really good! They were passionate and made me think about zombies from new angles than I had thought about them in the past. There was a dash of the metaphysical put in and a lot of real living, non-zombie feelings as well. I’m going to go back for a second read, because they deserve it.”
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