Just Another Night Poem by Dan Brown

With the parting of the doors
they come:
the pale-faced and hollow-eyed
with no memory of
how or when they died
and so became zombified.
With the parting of the doors
they come:
the lumbering, leaden-footed creatures
lured by the lights; the draw of
the noise: the beeps and
the drones and the endless
lazy drawl of authority.
The sentries watch -
stationed at their posts, a
mouldy Terracotta Army -
bleary-eyed and weary,
called to arms early and
clutching their guns
like pillows.

With the parting of the doors
they go:
the shuffling, mumbling crowd
shepherded by the soldiers
and waved on their way
into the rising, blinding light
of just another day.