Beer and Dogs

In the city, destroyed and wrench, we found it on the ground; beer advertisement laying down with the old ruins. The beer sign, covered in river silt and dog shit, making me thirsty — girls with muds, in bikinis. Love the girls, hated the shit, the rowdy dogs taken to the cites, towns, and back…

Ravens

Riding the waves; the dhow turned to the headlands, to see our watchtowers; they where along the coastal plain, over looking the sea. I took my girls in the hands, guiding the dhow to the horizon. Like Atrahasis, letting ravens off his ark, I let my babes swim; the deep sea, the shy wind and…

New City

Taking down huts, getting supplies for new homes. The farmers harvest their crops for the new city. Women get to work, on the tools of the workers. The men dig, and dig, up the old dirt, the cold Earth. Fires ring the building sites, the meat and veg are cooked. The tree and flowers we…

Free Island

We’d won out from the zombie menace. Some people, travelers, said “Its Nature coming to teach us.” She taught us everything and no- thing but defense. I sleep deep, and traded silk moths, for wool, for shirts and leggings. Blue Blood Joan and I made a pact, every year, in late spring, we’d meet, to…

Unhappy

“They’s nothing funnier, than unhappiness.” —Samuel Becket In the past, zombies, or invected, roamed Earth creating more and more. My parents are dead, my Mom saved me, protected me. Now I understand what HE meant, THEY are dieing, we can see it. I can’t smell THEM, I see THEM, when they’re not there: Rebuild. Rebuild!…

Dieing Dead

We have not seen the dead in battalions, armies, I want out, every day. Searched for them in holes, caves and hollows. Then, way up, in a cliffside pools, leading to a waterfall, I saw the wretch. Remora-like fish, eating ideogram into its legs, crestings a casket with young inside. The whole pool filled to…