Zombie Garden

Senior Project.

for the zombies, we sow

in the immaculate soil

a garden of purpose, hope

and existential momentum.

the hidden nature of the earth

soon becomes evident:

it is barren, deficient in essential

macronutrients and decaying organic

materials,

and as it happens

 

the seeds themselves were old and

dead in the first place.

in the garden of the zombies

dandelions of nihilism spring up

from inside the dirt like green fireworks;

a wild peppermint of broken illusion

spreads quietly until hundreds of its

 

delicate leaves flutter with each breeze

asphyxiated, finalized,

the zombies notice nothing amiss.

if sustainability is futile,

if freedom is available only

within asylums from reality,

if "different" and "new" are

mutually exclusive,

then what significance has

the life experience of the soulless?

 

 

(04/26/10)

Reviews

[Aries]

.. Dandelions of nihilism. Pheww. This poem really shows how talented you are as a writer, the relatively simpler stories having a deeper meaning than one would first assume. I enjoy how you've taken such a culturally noticeable figure - the undead - and turned it into a symbol for the death of humanity and perversion of life. Forget nuclear war, or floods, or famine; what makes the undead "live" on in legend is it's ability to do just that, sustain itself perpetually outside of what would be considered reality. And in a world where there is no human consciousness, "different" and "new" hold no bearing on the zombie's existence. Yet it marches on. Brilliant poem.