Undeath (poem)

(written in university)

In Babylon

There is no death

Because of this

There is no life

Airtight caskets

And concrete walls

Keep us out

Of the food chain

Which is also

Called by others

The sacred hoop

And circle of life

By holding back

Food for the worms

Life's sacred hoop

Is torn apart

And we find that

When the circle

Closes again

We are outside

In not dying

We cannot truly live

We Americans

Have all become

The walking undead