Little Zombie Boy

Little Zombie Boy
28-10-15

There was a little zombie boy who used to follow me.
He was always there, beyond the glass, he wouldn’t let me be.
He’d gnaw on brains of residents, and dear old mom and dad,
Until my little teenage brain was all he’d never had.

I stood alone, locked away, slowly skeletising,
Watching my little zombie prince prioritising
Bringing brains for me to chomp and gnaw –
Offerings left each day at my door.

One day the door caved in, the brains had rotted through the wood,
And I picked up the freshest brain and wondered if I should
Eat it now and put on fat, be like I used to be,
Who we are’s not what we eat – or else I’d be beef.

When the door fell down the boy rejoiced, out there in the cold,
For how he had a path to me, a clear path to behold.
Slowly he stomped towards me; two steps forward, three steps back,
Looking all the while as if he was on crack.

He pointed to the brain in hand, and made a noise like ‘yum’,
So tentatively I tried a lick, a nibble; then I bit some
And chewed it through right to my hand – I’d eaten the whole thing.
He smiled, I smiled, and around each mouth a bloody ring.

I raised the knife behind my back and plunged it in his thigh,
And crashes followed gurgling as he tried to pronounce ‘why?’
The little zombie’d loved me, he’d brought me brains for show,
But I was the only living monster now and ‘twas his time to go.