Zombie

The queerest thing I know

is living without a soul

and reading the many faces

of those with inner glow.

 

We soulless shuffle ’round

seeing nothing as profound.

We see with marble eyes

and smile with iron frowns.

 

One might consider us vampiric

due to Stoker’s verse.

We’re incapable of seeing our reflection

in the eyes of those observed.

 

The queerest thing to date

is the saddest thing of note,

that dying a living death

robs the world of hope.