No poem today — just thoughts on the Zombie Apocalypse.
I never saw the movie.
Or read the book, if there is one.
But there I was, memorizing along in Isaiah, when I chanced upon the Zombie Apocalypse chapter.
What? You didn’t know the Bible talked about the Zombie Apocalypse?
We’re the Zombies:
We grope for the wall like the blind;
we grope like those who have no eyes;
we stumble at noon as in the twilight,
among those in full vigor we are like dead men.
We all growl like bears;
we moan and moan like doves…
Justice is turned back,
and righteousness stands far away;
for truth has stumbled in the public squares,
and uprightness cannot enter.
Truth is lacking,
and he who departs from evil makes himself a prey…
Washington, DC. Yes?
The Lord saw it, and it displeased him
that there was no justice.
He saw that there was no man,
and wondered that there was no one to intercede;
then his own arm brought him salvation…
On second thought, I will share a poem, an unpolished one, but I started it yesterday while thinking about today.
Today I stand
Egyptian chariots rattling the earth
As they ride up behind
The Red Sea lapping at my toes
Here I stand
No silver parachutes will fall from the sky*
No little girl will pull this cat off my rabbity shoulders**
There will be no last minute reprieve
No deus ex machina for America
God with us
Always with us
A pillar of fire or cloud in our midst
Even as the Red Sea waters
lap our toes