Told that they must punch-in by
Whistle-clock for the work gang;
Told that they must punch-out by
Their hunger, they have worked long hours.
A girl with purple-hair had cursed,
Them to their faces, for she fell,
And bruised her knee in its shadow,
Though they are laughing longer.
He came-out of the corner-store,
With long bursts of his flame-thrower,
To clear away the weeds and bushes
That tortured him in his sights.
The skeleton stands in twilight;
Between night and day can be found,
The cavernous and hollow guts,
Of the high-rise built by Zombies.
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Copyright 2023 Jeffrey Merk
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