Shawn L. Bird

The zombie horde is here.

You see them wandering through town

eyes cast down

faces gleaming in reflected glow.

They don’t notice anything

beyond the little screen

that disengages in the lie

of social connection,

introspection?

Zombies  don’t know how

to greet a stranger with a smile

to meet a new friend’s eyes.

Their thumbs down

they’re dumbed down.

Mindless, spineless,

hypnotized, mesmerized,

To numb to despise the device

that drugs them ’til they hum,

with zombie poison.