Zombie Priest/ Unknown Color Poem by nathan martin

the priest have all dug their way out,
to lethargic to suffer another rebirth.

they need advanced medicine and
perhaps a good drycleaner.

heavy feet stumble and stagger past
the gravestones through the garden
over the self impoverished tulips.

the contrast of gray against
yellow is striking.

nobody had ever seen such a color before.

inside the old church the congregation turns
their hymnals to page fifty seven singing alound.

'such a beautifully vibrant death we all live'.