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Poetry

Source: Adults

Author: jonny graham

Title: Nation of Zombie.

All roused by rampant ringtone
and sterilised
in steam of morning douche.
Intake of manufactured vitamin
and fuelled
by recycled healthy puke.
Fortified with beneficial chemical
and reaffirmed
by transmission of propaganda.
All eyes swivel in the orbits
and alight
on the familiar panorama.
In simulacrums of cattle-cars
singularly insulated
by aural plugs of lonely innovation.
Listening to Ga-Ga music
all streaming
in this lonely zombie nation.
The clipped speech of early morning
perfunctorily
used as function and as warning.
Streaming into national cities
single-minded
crossing junctions and river bridges.
To designated areas of toil zones
deliniated
by technology that hums and drones.
All fingers on the keyboards
nicely interfaced
as the system zooms to daily overload.
Sustained on mass-produced processed food
subliminal nourishment
that does more harm than good.
Stratified by pressure of society
give to charity
line up and donate some lunchtime blood.
Upload all the headline midday news
assimilate
where the ram goes so go the ewes.
Number-crunch the time away for one and all
insouciant
back-to-back against the power of the firewall.
Retrace all steps and backtrack
in reverse
to where it earlier commenced.
Take a shot of something nondescript
and gain comfort
from sitting squarely on the fence.
Accept a dose of evening cathode rays
pacified
by what the faithless people do and say.
Practice loveless and lonely procreation
symbiotically
for there is now no other way.
Put out the zombie lights
and wait with the sleeping millions
for the dawning of another day.






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