Zombie Movie Climax, Illustrated by Art Moura - Please vote
The amazing Art Moura submitted a whole graveyard full of zombies in illustration of this poem. Which one or two do you like best?
published in Turbulence Magazine, Issue 8 (2012)
Zombie Movie Climax
This is a zombie movie scenario starring me
This is a zombie movie scenario starring me
as
me myself, and also as the zombie who shambles
patiently through the abandoned midnight neighborhood scene:
Hero-me stops running, grabs zombie-me by the lapels,
yells “Wake up! Smell the roses!” Both shaking violently.
Close up on two faces. The living one: “Look at yourself!”
A spark ignites in the zombie’s eyes. “You’re animated!”
The room spirals and goes bright in a frenzy of cellos.
Their clutch breaks. The hero cries, “You don’t have to be so dead!”
The zombie’s mouth closes. Then opens and moans, “Oh. I see.
Animation. It’s all. I have. So. It has. To be. Good.
Enough. For me.” Dawn’s first rosy finger touches the east.
Zomb-me turns to look. On the face of it, life doesn’t hold
much for the vitally challenged. On the other ghastly
hand, what might a cadaver become, exploring the hills,
riding a cargo ship to Chile, learning how to dance,
dining with—who knows who—or what—on tacos de sesos?
patiently through the abandoned midnight neighborhood scene:
Hero-me stops running, grabs zombie-me by the lapels,
yells “Wake up! Smell the roses!” Both shaking violently.
Close up on two faces. The living one: “Look at yourself!”
A spark ignites in the zombie’s eyes. “You’re animated!”
The room spirals and goes bright in a frenzy of cellos.
Their clutch breaks. The hero cries, “You don’t have to be so dead!”
The zombie’s mouth closes. Then opens and moans, “Oh. I see.
Animation. It’s all. I have. So. It has. To be. Good.
Enough. For me.” Dawn’s first rosy finger touches the east.
Zomb-me turns to look. On the face of it, life doesn’t hold
much for the vitally challenged. On the other ghastly
hand, what might a cadaver become, exploring the hills,
riding a cargo ship to Chile, learning how to dance,
dining with—who knows who—or what—on tacos de sesos?
Perfect illustration for that poem. And I love that one! I can't wait for the finished product!
ReplyDeleteMy vote is for #4.
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