A poem based on a zombie’s dream.


Dust, dust all around

our dead cells blanket everything

like a grey sheet on a corpse

we have long been dead

yet we are still moving

We are moving like puppets 

handled by an unseen puppeteer 

all life’s warmth has left us

our bodies are cold as ice

and our blood is like crude oil

Nature does not like us

we scrounge her resources

devouring the blood of animals

since no human is left alive

we are her parasites, 

no better than ticks or louses

That’s what keeps us moving

yet we cannot be alive again

this is our eternal torment

till all animals are gone

and start eating each other

© 2011 Nikolaos D. Skordilis – All rights reserved

source : Grace Weston

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  • DarkBlazer on Feb 9, 2011

    Profound! Nice work.

  • Nikolaos Skordilis on Feb 9, 2011

    Thanks mate : )

  • Guy Hogan on Feb 9, 2011

    You could base a good horror movie on this.

  • lapasan on Feb 9, 2011

    From dust we begin, to dust we end.

  • Hendrik on Feb 10, 2011


  • anndavey650 on Feb 14, 2011

    Ashes to ashes dust to dust as they say. Let’s hope the world isn’t overrun by zombies and more importantly if it is… I don’t want to be one of them lol.

  • gaby7 on Feb 22, 2011

    A powerful poem this-thanks Sharpdon!

  • elnavann on Feb 23, 2011

    Good poem

  • Goodselfme on Feb 23, 2011

    Great detail for such a subject. Well penned with good imagery.

  • pippe vonkuhne on Feb 26, 2011

    You wouldn’t be a cynic would you Sharpedon? What about the Teilhard de Chardin fire behind it all? Give us just a smidgen so we can keep on keeping on. Cheers, Pippe.

  • Nikolaos Skordilis on Mar 7, 2011

    Thank you for your comments and the encouragement.

    Dear Pippe I am certainly neither a cynic nor a pessimist, this poem is pure fiction, totally unrelated to my ideas or beliefs.
    My vision of the future is indeed very optimistic, like de Chardin envisioned.
    What I don’t know is whether there will be a dark prelude -as in my “Rediscovery of Fire”- before we finally see the light or not.

    The reason I write dark and pessimistic poems and stories has to do with my very first short story, some 3 to 4 years ago :
    It was ultra optimistic but it (its greek version) was rejected by a greek sci-fi/fantasy/horror magazine. Later, when I wrote and sent a dark, conventional, clich├ęd, near-end-of-the-world short story (still only in Greek), involving an accident with nanobots that nearly had for breakfast the second largest Greek city it was immediately accepted and published – not in that magazine but in a real printed book, along with ten other stories..

  • AJ Garcia on Mar 22, 2011

    Wow. Good poetry. By the way, I am fascinated by Greek mythology.

  • Lilly Doridou on Aug 2, 2011

    half empty

  • Nikolaos Skordilis on Nov 9, 2011

    @ Lilly Indeed, that was exactly the point

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