Zombie Poem 1:
If his eyes are dark, and his mouth is open –
If his hair is frayed and dried to sticks with fluids unidentifiable –
then he rummaged another man’s guts for breakfast.
The man is a zombie.
Zombie Poem 2:
the man was revealed an abuser of salts
crammed in his nose to go blank
the man was a dependent cat
willing to let loose on brutal dogs
zombie of another sort
living dead, victim of bath salts