Brain Food
A Zombified Abecedarian

After life, death does not retain us all
Beautiful was that dreamless sleep to me
Cares and sorrows vanished, and I knew peace
Darkness velveteen swaddled my old soul
Eventually, alas, peace ended
For while alive, I'd trekked through jungles green
Glad was I, lost and starving, to find help:
He was old but spry, a laughing hermit
Into his modest dwelling he led me
Jokes in my own tongue he told, and we dined
Kind was his table, spread with bread and fruit
Last came a delicacy quite thoughtful:
Minding your manners takes on new meaning
Nibbling on a large, sauce laden brain
Of course, I demurred at first, quite queasy
Protesting that I was already full
Rebuffed he could not be, and then he sang
Strange to relate, but his song was so sweet
That my fear was replaced by hunger wild
Until the last bite vanished, and then sleep
Visited like an old friend, returning
Washed away were my doubts, my fears, my life;
Xylophone music woke me, by and by
"You are my creature now," said my weird host
"Zombie, your will is mine, now walk with me!"
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.


Comments (7)
well done
You're so good at these. It took me two days to put my last abbie together. Don't even think about inviting me for zombie brains, though.
Nice
Hmmm, are Abecedarians the new sonnet? Well done!
This was fun... 🧟♀️
Hehehehehehe this was a fun one! I loved it!
So creatively woven. Well done.