I Reside In The Land Of Zombies
by Fiza Pathan
In the land of flamingoes and garbage dumpsters,
I met a group of wandering zombies.
They were vicious not to mention ferocious,
But they saw I was hungry and fed me
With a drop of deaths elixir.
I said I came from the land of poverty,
Where death is cheaper than the bony graveyard.
So they offered me dirty water, with some words of blessing.
They took me into their cave like homes of shadows and unrest.
Now I am a woman among the undead,
They are now my patronage of dead insects.
No more do I remember about broken love or a crown of thorns.
I just eat my own rotting flesh
And burst into a hellish laughter of tears.
So I am in the land of vile zombies,
Some with blood wounds, some with fetid stench.
We walk towards eternity with company in a caress,
Promising the fallen angel we will never be at rest
Until the broken promises are reconciled.
So we ride out to feed the pink winged bounders
Who just stand tall and have not much to preach about.
But they do speak about my old lover
Who now lives in the land of black gold and vice.
They peck me a thought or two when I wash me insides,
With the marshy land around which our spirits glide.
The smoke of my zombie family’s fire reaches
Around the circle of the politicians new age witchcraft.
No more shedding tears of blood over lost embraces
And hungry eyes of the downtrodden.
Now I am living in the land of death,
Where the Greek gods have stalled their dying pigs.
Where no man is ever wronged
For no human here abides to do thus an action.
Come to this land of ghoulish bounty
Where wars reign in conquest no more, where dead men rule.
Where love is burnt in the furnace,
Of Tubal Cain’s ancient oven of golden fire.
I now reside in the land of the undead better dipped in blood
Than draw the same red drops from my good neighbor.
I will reside with the dead until the world of man,
Begets a Messiah more merciful.
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” I came from the land of poverty,
Where death is cheaper than the bony graveyard.”
I loved this line and the poem. It resonates so loudly in the climate of gender discrimination and sexual assault against the backdrop of poverty – both economic and otherwise in our country.
Thank you for this wonderful post.
Hope to read more from you!
Thank you !