Brain Food

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!"