Don of the Dead

If I’m just
another zombie, half-
eaten Abercrombie sweater
hanging from
my bones,

leaves
and
dirt
and
insects
sewn
to a biological
anomaly.

This hunger is religion,
worshiping gods who
have boycotted
forgiveness.

But I’m
undeterred

from feeding on
the worms to
satiate
them,

only to be
spurned at great
white gates

and return to

create my
own form of Hell
on Earth.

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2 thoughts on “Don of the Dead

  1. i love the imagery in this poem & i love the line, “this hunger is religion”. it invokes the sense of people feeding off religion for whatever their reasons- for comfort, for nourishment of the soul, for mindless swallowing of doctrine, for social gatherings etc. i found it really powerful!

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  2. Reading this and the comment before it reminded me why I continue to love poetry. I too love the line ‘this hunger is religion’ but thought it was making the hunger almost seem sacred in its repetitious cycle. Love it.

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