Zombie Poem by A. G. Bawang

Zombie



I watch a tiny auburn ant
Make its way into my shoulders
Like some cocky rookie mountaineer
Hungry for an adventure
Or maybe a prone-to-wander soldier
Thrown off in his path by a cocktail of smells
From my wide open pores

He does not seem to mind my ogle
Perhaps my nonchalance is audible
And perhaps he did not know
That a hundred creepy-crawly steps ago
The cockroach sauntering towards the left-over noodles
Was not as lucky as he

You must think
That I am not as aseptic as I needed to be
But even if I am far from being Ross’ sister
I am not a Tribbiani either
Swat them flies
Squeeze the lights out of those roaches
Trap the rodents
Sever their heads
And burn them

Tonight though,
I suffer not this tiny drifter
To bask in my basketball induced sweat
Hopeful that its faint trudging on my skin
Will finally lull me-
To sleep.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Viola Grey 23 June 2008

interesting piece here...loved your reference to Monica Geller...great work.

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Janri Gogeshvili 22 June 2008

Interesting image, (your ant the lucky beggar …)

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