Can’t breath
Then a memory
Breath deeper
Heart pounds as I look around
This zombie land
Not quite living but alive
I sit amongst the dead
A fallen giant
It lies motionless as I stand
I face south and greet the sun
It warms my eyes
I take a few steps in that direction
Drinking in everything
My eyes can explore
I bend down and
run my fingers through
the long dying strands
Drawing blood from a thorn
Hidden under the dead
I take a deep breath
I can’t smell anything
I hear an alien buzzing
Constantly in the background
Over powering
Until I hear the children
Their laughter
I wonder if it
Keeps the living alive
Despite the alien buzzing
Why did some not die?
I reach down and pick a living
Green
It is soft like a feather
It’s smell
Pungent fresh
It makes me wonder
What is it about this place?
I pick a standing dead
Peel the seeds off in one pull
And spread them on the ground
The ground in some places is
Dead
Did no one care?
That constant alien buzzing returns
I am reminded where I am
Then something gently touches my lips
I have lips?