The Walking Deads Poem by Han Min Ohn

Walking aimlessly with arms extended ahead
Eyes seeing nothing but pure flesh and blood
Shuffling silently with slow, unstable gait
Nose sniffing for nothing but the smell of bait.

Moaning meaningless sound and emitting malodorous smell
With never-satisfying hunger, only thing they know well
Devouring relentlessly everything that comes along their way
Until their bodily functions fail due to excessive decay.