Who wants a zombie?

Things hanging about her head

Pigments cultivated where eyebrows lived

Steel and iron popping about the skin

I don’t want her

Dusty as the country roads

 Even her dead mother wouldn’t know that face

Skin bleached to the colour of bananas

The smells that she emits

Gag and make me crave a spew

My mother doesn’t want her

She is bat blind

She buys kids clothing

Cannot see that she is walking naked

Why would I want her?

If all can see what men want in her

Why would my uncles want her?

She uses uncatalogued accents

Who does she impress?

Why has she a passion for ignorance

Embracing every man she meets

Frequenting places only male uncles used to

Even you wouldn’t want her!