After, Thoughts–A Pantoum

by on Oct 5, 2009 in Poetry | 0 comments

By J.C. Hay

Shambling through the streets,
Are we alive, or just existing?
Almost all the buildings are empty.
A testament to unceasing need.

Are we alive, or just existing?
Our hunger drives us out,
A testament to unceasing need.
The mobs form from necessity.

Our hunger drives us out.
We gather where the food is,
The mobs form from necessity.
There is safety in numbers.

We gather where the food is,
Screaming, crying and desperate.
There is safety in numbers.
They cannot stop us all.

Screaming, crying and desperate,
We do what we must to survive.
They cannot stop us all.
We adjust to a changing world.

We do what we must to survive.
Shambling through the streets,
We adapt to a changing world.
Almost all the houses are empty.

J.C. Hay writes, knits, and sometimes writes about knitting from a secluded location in the middle of the United States. J.C.’s fiction can be found in Twelfth Planet’s New Ceres Nights, Eden Studios zombie anthology Book of All Flesh, and the upcoming anthology Dark Faith, from Apex Publications. Part-time film snob and full-time foodie, J.C. spends too much time pushing friends into new experiences and not enough time updating the Web site www.jchay.com.

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