the walking dead look alive
but move at a glacial pace
with no structure to keep their attention
from wavering, from fading
their nervous tissue is dying
so they can only feel a selfish pain
and the pent up anger
from years of holding a bored stare
is the only thing burning in their dead hearts
with human money they buy serum
to keep their decaying flesh fresh
and then, like lemmings with an
entitled sense of dignity
they walk in line to the graveyard
and reserve a place
for their dead body to rest
empty like the void of space
and just as useless
the sieve and the sand 