Zombie
A zombie is a head
with a hole in it.
Layers of plastic,
putty, and crust.
The mindless
must be sated.
Mottled men who will
always return
mouthing wet
promises.
You rise already
harmed and follow
my sad circle
as if dancing
on shattered legs.
Shoeless, toeless,
such tender absences.
You come to me
ripped
in linens and reds,
eternal, autumnal
with rust and wonder.
My servant, sublimate
and I am yours
(the hot death
we would give each other).
My dark ardor,
my dark augur.
Love to the very open-
mouthed end.
We are made of
so much hunger.