A zombie poem.

Will you?

Creatures lurking in the shadows.

I wrote this in 1976 as a song lyric, then decided to adapt it to a romantic poem in 1998.

Poverty causes kids to play in sewer pipes; not TV!

So I beg to fill my coffers and for the right to live.

The horrors of being working class in the modern age.

It seems easier by far to forget it all and give in, but you have to try.

He remembers the time when sleep came easy but doesn’t know when it will come next.

The horrors of winter for the poor in the user-pays society.