Zombie

How do you keep going?
At the end of your tether,
How do you find something better
Than nothing?
Sweet nothing.
And how do you keep running
On the energy of a corpse?
Just feed me brains,
At least then I’ll have some thoughts
Occupying this vacant space
Where I could once correlate
My actions and cause.
What cause?
I even blink slower now.
I’d like to be a zombie,
At least then,
When I’m in the ground,
I could feed pretty flowers,
Give back the oxygen I consumed
And be more useful all round.
So if it happens,
Don’t cry for my human touch -
I was always lacking in that department.
I’d be missing a heartbeat as well,
But the irony is that my version of Heaven
Is your version of Hell.
Oh well.