Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

A Riff on Indranil Bhaduri’s Poem “Savior'


Zombies flailing in the sky
Floating in the twisting gyre
Glaring with a devouring eye
Stumbling as they hungry rise;

The world seizes on this metaphor,
The world in chaos, smoking doors,
Windows smashed, stained blood and gore,
Guns rattling on the distant shore.

Hordes of dead men grunt and shout
Wave their arms while reaching out
Staggering as they move about
Glory in the final rout.

Mankind in his final stand
Hordes of strangers forming bands
To fight against the monster foe
Shooting Zombies as they go.

Wild chaos running in the street
Dead cannibals eating all they meet;
Broken glass beneath their feet
Civil order in defeat.

Zombies flailing in the sky
Floating in the twisting gyre
Glaring with a devouring eye
Stumbling as they hungry rise;

The world seizes on this metaphor,
The world in chaos, smoking doors,
Windows smashed, stained blood and gore,
Guns rattling on the distant shore.

Hordes of dead men grunt and shout
Wave their arms while reaching out
Staggering as they move about
Glory in the final rout.

Mankind in his final stand
Hordes of strangers forming bands
To fight against the monster foe
Shooting Zombies as they go.

Wild chaos running in the street
Dead cannibals eating all they meet;
Broken glass beneath their feet
Civil order in defeat.

Submitted: Sunday, August 18, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 19, 2013

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